Page 13 of Ransomed to the World
Except her.
While the guys had developed a resistance to his poison over the years by repeated exposure, her immunity was innate. He didn’t trust it yet, but she could see the hope in his vivid green eyes. She carefully placed her hand in his, excitement making her lips tingle.
She agreed to his touch therapy, but on her terms.
A kiss.
* * *
Camden reverently tightened his bare hand around Annora’s, playing with her fingers, marveling at his ability to touch her.
Fuck if he didn’t feel nervous as a kid with his first hard-on.
He’d been with women before, enjoyed the experience, but something was always missing.
That missing element was Annora.
It has always been Annora.
He led her to a ledge overlooking the valley that he’d found earlier.
“Oh, wow.” Annora leaned against him and tipped back her head to look at the stars. “They’re so close you can almost touch them.”
While the stars were spectacular, it was her that he couldn’t stop watching. “Beautiful.”
“I know, right?” Annora glanced up at him, her eyes alight in wonder, and something in his chest hitched. Under his look, a blush climbed up her cheeks, and he couldn’t stop himself from cupping her face. He kept his touch light, careful to make sure he didn’t overwhelm her.
But instead of fear, she leaned into him with a sexy sigh that made his cock ache.
“You’re not going to hurt me,” Annora murmured.
“Never,” he vowed.
She gave him a beautiful smile that made his heart hiccup against his ribs. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
But when he leaned down, she stepped back with a sexy smile that made his balls tighten.
“Take off your shirt.”
Camden hesitated, some of the lust clearing from his head.
Then he nearly swallowed his tongue when she reached down and pulled her own shirt over her head. She looked uncertain for a second, clutching it to her chest. “The only way we can test your touch is skin-to-skin.”
Fuck it.
He reached back and yanked his shirt over his head, unable to tear his eyes away from her. His hands shook with the need to gather her close and accept what she offered, his control tenuous at best.
“I’m afraid,” he whispered, his throat tight.
She took a step toward him and rested her hand on his chest. “I’m not.”
Her tangy lemon scent made his mouth water, and he found his hands resting on her waist, his fingers tingling at the feel of her smooth skin. Instead of kissing her, he watched his hands trail lightly up her sides, marveling at the privilege of touching her silken skin.
When he reached her bra, he felt her tremble and looked up to meet her eyes, fear like a gunshot blast to his chest…and saw pure desire staring back at him, her gaze clear and bright.
Completely unaffected by the toxins in his touch.
Unable to stop himself, he slammed his lips over hers and devoured her, a groan tearing free, the taste of her intoxicating. He reverently ran his hands up her spine, trying to resist crushing her to his chest—until she arched against him.
