Page 89 of Dust Storm

“If you don’t, I’m going to walk back out that door. We’ll both go on with our days like this never happened.”

My body still hummed with electricity after the public dressing down I had the pleasure of giving back at the school. As much as I wanted to egg him on a little longer, I just wanted him. I needed to release all that pent-up energy.

Our fingers brushed as I reached for the zipper and pulled it down.

“So, youdoknow how to follow directions,” Christian said as he took off his hat and hung it on the rack. His voice was warm and strong like a shot of whiskey.

“Don’t sound so fucking smug,” I grumbled as I wiggled out of the sleeves and pushed the top half of the dress down to my waist.

Rough fingertips grazed my bare skin, sending a torrent of goosebumps skittering across my stomach.

“You’re wasting time.”

“You could help me get undressed,” I sassed.

Christian chuckled. “You’re doing just fine on your own. Besides—” he brushed my hair aside and dotted the crook of my neck with the whisper of a kiss “—I like watching you.”

I shoved the dress off my hips, letting it fall in a pool of black fabric. “If you’re just watching, I’ll need some fresh batteries.”

His knuckle trailed down my cheek. “One day that smart mouth is gonna get you in trouble.”

Christian made my ankles weak. I wobbled on the heels of my stilettos and tipped backward into him. For the shortest second in human history, I let myself lean into him, trusting that he’d catch me.

And he did.

“Is today that day?” I asked.

Hands slid around my waist, across my stomach, then up my ribs—exploring and mapping my body. He took his time, but never once grazed my bra or panties. Warm lips dotted the back of my neck with a line of kisses.

I ached to turn and fall into his chest. To be held. To feel safe.

“Not today.” Christian dug his fingers into my hips and spun me to face him. I matched each of his steps forward with a step back. My back hit the wall, but he kept pressing forward. “I like it when you use your powers for good.”

I tipped my chin up and grazed his lips. “Then just imagine the damage I can do when I’m feeling naughty. Don’t test me.”

“We’ll see about that,” he growled the moment before his lips met mine.

I gasped into the kiss as his hands skated up my abdomen. Fingers curled around my bra strap, yanking it down my shoulder. Christian caressed the swell of my breast with the back of his knuckles as he traced my lips with his tongue. I couldn’t help the desperate moan that slipped out of my mouth when he scraped his fingers over the place where my bra hid my nipple.

“Make that sound for me again.” He slid one hand into my bra, gently squeezing my breast before smoothing a calloused finger over my nipple.

Heat and wanton desire flashed like lightning, striking my pussy in an instant. I bit my lip, stifling it as I tried to clench my thighs together to ease the emptiness.

Christian stopped me. He wedged his knee between my legs, eyes darkening as he cupped my jaw in his palm. “Don’t hold back on my account.”

I pressed my palms squarely on his chest, feeling his heart racing through me like an electrical current. “I have a feeling you’re the one holding back. Do you think I want you to be nice and make love to me or something?”

Christian’s face split in a grin as he grabbed the back of my thighs and threw me over his shoulder.

I grunted as the wind was knocked out of my lungs. “What is the matter with you?” I wheezed and muttered, “Caveman.”

He palmed my ass as he took heavy strides across the kitchen. His boots clomped and echoed through the empty house. Christian yanked open the door to the guest room and, without warning, threw me onto the bed.

I screeched as I plummeted, trying to spot the landing, but I bounced. My shoulder smacked the wall and I collapsed into the space between the bed and the wall in a crumpled heap of tangled limbs.

“Burning daylight,” he said, unbothered, as he toed off his boots and unbuttoned his shirt.

I sat up and dropped my chin onto the mattress as strands of hair fell in front of my face. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’d already be on the bed if you hadn’tthrownme across the room.”

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