Page 28 of Twister

Fighting to hold back a sudden swell of tears, Sadie moved deeper into his embrace, relief and tension mixing into a fierce surge of emotion. Her hands splayed across some impressive, thick back muscles as she pressed her face against his neck. “I just couldn’t stop that image of what happened to them after that explosion. It must have been so terrifying. So awful.”

Catching her by the back of the head, he kissed the curve of her neck. “That’s some terrible shit, Sadie. I’m so sorry about your great-grandfather,” he murmured huskily. “So, there was no comms interruption?”

“No, I made it up. They’ll pull me from this wreck, and I can’t handle?—”

“Shh, shh. I know. I get it. Tell me that you have everything under control because I almost lost my shit thinking something had happened to you. Can you keep it together?”

“Will you tell?—”

“Fuck, no. Of course not. Your secret is safe with me as my secret is safe with you.”

“I will keep it together. I promise. I have to do this, Twister.”

He looked so adorably worried, but his features evened out. “I trust you and your abilities. We all have lapses every once in a while. We’re human.”

She stared up at him, getting lost in the metallic sheen of those unique eyes. A slow, seductive awareness started to take hold of her. Such a strong face, somewhat in shadow, his eyes hot beneath black lashes. Her gaze shifted to his jaw, his shoulders, the curved power of his muscles, that easy strength, and an enticing line of hair from his naval disappearing beneath those flimsy shorts, and as she watched, that silky material grew and grew.

She went from relaxed to aroused, shifting restlessly, flattening her palms over his thick biceps. For long moments, they stood there like that, and she knew she couldn’t handle separating from this man for one moment. “How about we conserve water?” she said.

His whole body tightened in the most delicious way, and desire darkened his eyes.

At the look he gave her, her skin tingled everywhere, hot and alive with sensation. Her breasts swelled, and her nipples tightened, the heat and male scent of him overwhelming her thoughts, arousing her body, and creating a heavy, tingling sensation between her thighs. She moved against him while his body was as taut as a bowstring, realization rushing over him.

He was so deliciously beautiful. She twined her fingers in his soft, thick hair, feeling breathless and dizzy and unable to even take a breath. She closed her eyes. This buildup of sexual tension was so provocative, so sexy as she slipped her fingers to the nape of his neck. When her lashes lifted, she pulled his head toward hers until her mouth brushed against his ear, her breath panting and needy. “I want you, Shane. Now. No more waiting.” She nudged her hips against him. “Let’s get wet.”

“Maybe later…definitely later,” he murmured.

“Wha-a-a-t?” Was he telling her no? There was something in his eyes that belied that thought, something feral and wolf-like that spoke to her inner little red riding hood. Oh, my. For a moment, she couldn’t look away, his eyes like metal, a gleaming bronze lethality that slayed her so intently, his lashes so thick. There was a dark side to this man, a warrior who took life, yet there was nothing for her to fear from him.

Then he smiled, and all that I’m-in-charge, bad-boy, heart-melting-knee-weakening power surged through her as if he was some type of dark spirit who could simply enter her body so she could feel everything earth-shattering about him. Or they had transferred to some other dimension, turning her inside out. It was so beyond anything she had ever felt in her life,any-thing,any-man,any-sensation,any-one. She had no idea it could be this….unbelievable, breathless, consuming, aching, drowning need. Nothing this good could be lodged in reality.

“I’m not going to fuck you in some small, enclosed space and risk a panic attack, distracted by water and position.”

He slipped his hand into her hair, his fingers curling into her strands and tightening. He drew her head back, her scalp burning. His kiss was savage, and it felt so, so good. He broke it, his breathing labored. “Oh,fuckno,” he growled. “I want to taste you, just you, not diluted, but potent and ripe and lush. I want to devour you.” The threat was inherently sexual and wholly exciting.

She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more, except… “As long as I get to taste you, devour you,” she whispered, placing kisses along his strong jaw.

He closed his eyes, his soft groan shivering across her skin, and when they opened, half-mast and flashing with a punch of desire in eyes that were already almost swamped with it, she groaned, getting lost in that liquid, earthy fire.

It was like Twister sucked the very oxygen out of the room with his raw presence whenever he was in it, taking her air but sustaining her regardless. She’d known men, but no one like him, not even close, and every inch of him was sculpted into layers of muscle and sinew, powerful legs, corded arms, broad shoulders, and a back that was a work of art, built by sheer grit and discipline to get strong, stay strong to survive in the places they went, the missions they were assigned. And all this freaking power was in her arms, surrounding her, warming her skin on the outside and triggering a meltdown inside.

Hoarsely whispering her name, Twister backed her into the shadows, then spread his hand wide in her hair and turned her head. His heart pounding in tandem with hers, he brushed his mouth across hers, and the surge of raw sexual energy was like the power of the sun inside her, heating her blood to molten.

She lifted herself higher and opened her mouth, needing the heat of him. Twister shuddered, grinding his mouth against hers as he crushed her even tighter. Their bodies fusing as strongly as their mouths, Sadie gave him everything, her need fired higher by his.

Everything she thought she was, especially her moderate level of sexuality, incinerated from that hot, wet, plundering kiss. Making a low sound that vibrated through her like a tuning fork, Twister roughly changed the angle of his mouth and thrust against her. The pulsating heaviness in her groin intensified. Desperate for more, Sadie sobbed and locked one leg around him, lost in a whirlwind of unbelievable sensations. He moved again and she clutched him, her senses disintegrating, desperate for more, much more.

Tearing her mouth away, she lifted herself higher, her voice barely coherent. “Please, Shane. Please,” she begged hoarsely, pressing herself helplessly against him. The unsatisfied pulse thickened, and she found his mouth, desperate for the taste ofhim, wanting him deep inside her, rocking her pelvis against him.

On a jagged intake of air, Twister caught her jaw and dragged his mouth away, and he slipped his hand to her butt, tucking himself farther between her legs, groaning and bucking against her. She kissed him hard, and he returned it with that feral wolf energy. Tugging her hands from their grasp on his hair, he pinned them to the wall beside her head. His mouth went to the zipper tab, and catching it, he pulled.

As the zipper lowered, he slowly slid her arms upward until her body bowed away from the wall, baring her to him one excruciating inch at a time, the material splitting over her full, swollen breasts. He crossed her wrists into one large, fisted hand. She moaned breathlessly as he slowly peeled away the silky skin suit, the roughness of the zipper sliding across nipples that were achingly tight and sensitive.

“Have mercy,” he whispered, staring at her, that hunger in his eyes thundering through her, the rasp of his voice like a hot caress. He held her in sensual thrall while he looked his fill, then his gaze flicked to hers. “Fucking beautiful.”

He bent his head, simultaneously arching her back and closing his mouth over her taut, aching breast. He laved her nipple with his tongue before using his teeth to score the throbbing tip, then sucked her strong and deep until she felt that same seductive, twisting sensation deep in her core, his mouth sending heated ripples that thrummed across all her nerve endings. She moaned as he continued to torture her so well with his delicious mouth.

With a growl, he moved to her other breast, ravaging the rigid tip until she was almost mindless with pleasure, her skin tingling everywhere, hot and alive from his rough treatment, breathless and dizzy, wanting, needing, aching, and weak for him.

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