Page 108 of Possession

His fingers raked through the curls I’d painstakingly created. I groaned as his grip tightened on my ass.

I rose up, bracing myself on his shoulders. I looked down at him, my hair creating a curtain around us. “I need you. All the parts you hold back. No more secrets here.”

“None.” His voice was harsh and his eyes flashed obsidian in the shadows.

His kiss was carnal. Everything I longed to taste was here for the taking. My nails bit into his neck as I pushed at his collar. I wanted skin.

Neededhis skin against mine.

He seemed to know that, and he pushed and pulled at my blouse. Frustration bloomed until he finally swung around and set me on my worktable. A box skittered across the sturdy planks.

I shifted it to the side, so I had room to maneuver. I went at his buttons from the bottom, my nails tripping over the ridges of muscle and fine hairs of his belly up to the curve of his chest and his nipple.

He hissed and pushed at my blouse.

Buttons skittered across tile.

Mine, his…I wasn’t sure.

I didn’t care.

Silk whispered against silk as his tie slithered over my hand to the floor. He pushed me back, his hand sliding down my breast to my ribs before he flipped up my bra. I sucked in air at the blast of coolness kissing my skin.

The night sky above me, Blake hovering over me. My heart rate kicked, and white noise fuzzed between my ears as my breaths came faster.

He hooked my knee up around his shoulder as he crowded over me. Widening me, pressing down on me, covering me until there was nothing but his skin, nothing but his shoulders blocking my view. He lifted my ass, rucking up my skirt to grind against my panties.

He turned his face into my stocking-clad thigh. A growl wound through his chest and up into his throat. He tugged at my garter strap until he found the clasp and the silk receded without the elastic help.

He sucked at the skin there, leaving teeth marks and the wake of a bruise from the pressure. The cool air crashed into his hot breath as he pushed my skirt higher.

“Off.”

“No time for that,” he said against my thigh.

I nodded. Okay, I could work with that.

He lifted my other leg higher until the winter-tinged air kissed my backside. He dragged me to the edge of the table, folding me in half to rock against me.

“God.”

“God better not be witnessing this,” Blake said as he jerked at his buckle.

I laughed through a groan. “Then why build a skylight like this?”

His face was in shadow, but there was a strange glitter in the darkness. Eyes the color of forest were now just glassy obsidian here and now. Dangerously intent. “I never hoped to have you here.”

I gripped his arm. “I am here.”

“Why do you think I’m so ready for you? That I’m hard as the lead-lined frames of this room? You, here in this moment…” He widened my legs so he could get to my mouth.

The kiss was open and messy. Tongues and teeth lost any hope of a graceful connection. There was only combustion.

I pushed at his suit jacket. I wanted that ink. The compass and maps of the waterways that made my mouth dry and wet at the same time.

“Skin,” I said breathlessly.

He looked down at me. His jaw was granite and his gaze intense, but he took the time to shrug off his jacket and shirt.

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