Page 189 of Traitor

"What are you really asking me, baby?" His voice is almost a growl.

How the hell did he read me so fast? Is he a fucking mind reader? Well, it's now or never. I'm going all in!

"I'm asking you tostay the night, Bones." My voice is breathless.

I expect him to pounce on me, but I'm surprised when he doesn't.

Instead, his hand finds my face, his fingers brushing my skin lightly. Like he's giving me one last chance to pull away. Like this moment is something fragile that will shatter if he moves too fast. But I don't pull away. I lean in. Because I know what I want.

His breath is warm against my lips, uneven. The tension between us is so thick, so heavy, it feels like a force of nature is pulling us together, swallowing everything else.

"Temper," he whispers, his forehead pressing against mine for just a second, like he needs the moment to steady himself.

And then he kisses me.

It's slow at first, like he's trying to capture this moment for eternity. But I don't want slow. I want him, all of him, the way he always was with me — unrelenting, intense, mine. So I push closer, my fingers in his hair, my body pressing into his, my lips parting as a quiet sound escapes me. That's all it takes for him to snap.

His lips crash into mine with the kind of hunger that makes my knees weak, makes my head spin. He kisses me like he's been dying all this time and I'm the only thing that can save him. His tongue sweeps against mine, deep, claiming, and fuck, I feel it every-fucking-where. My hands clutch his cut, dragging him impossibly closer.

It's messy, raw, a craving like no other. It's been building inside us for a long time.

He groans into my mouth, a sound that shoots straight through me, that makes my entire body ache. One of his hands slides down my back, gripping my waist, pressing me harder against him. There's no space between us now, just heat and desire, relentless and frantic.

This feels like home.

"Keys, baby, keys!" He growls against my mouth.

I shove them into his hand. The next moment, I'm right over his shoulder, the world tilting upside down.

"Bones, what the fuck!" I yell, but it's filled with laughter.

He doesn't answer, just growls again while fiddling with the keys. It doesn't take him long. Before I know it, he's going up the stairs to my bedroom, taking two steps at a time.

"I swear to everything that's holy, if you drop me, I'll destroy you!"

Another growl. Dammit, he's gone. Completely gone!

He drops me onto the bed, and before I can even catch my breath, I'm naked. Without even lifting a finger. And the bastard? Still fully clothed!

"You better lose your fucking clothes just as fast, Bones!" I glare at him.

He smirks at me, fire burning in his eyes. Unbuttons his jeans slowly. "How fast, baby?"

Oh, he wants to play!

"Now you're slowing down?" I launch myself at him, arms winding around his neck, pulling him down with me. His hand pinches one of my nipples suddenly and it takes me by surprise so fast that I moan in his mouth. But I don't forget my mission.

I yank his clothes off, and thank fuck he cooperates quickly — because if he didn't, I'd lose my damn mind. The need for him is clawing at me, burning through every inch of my skin. Our lips don't break, don't hesitate. Hands roam, desperate, hungry, memorizing and claiming all at once.

He's biting, kissing, and it's overwhelming. It's intoxicating. It's driving me mad.

My hands travel over his bare back, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingertips, remembering every inch of this man who's haunted me for years.

He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, across my chest. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me open beneath him, and a shiver runs through me. He's so big, so overwhelming, I feel like he's about to consume my entire soul. I welcome it.

He groans, pressing his forehead against my stomach for a moment, like he's trying to hold himself together. I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly until he looks up at me. His eyes — fuck, those eyes — are burning with something so intense, so raw, that it makes my breath hitch.

"You're mine, Temper." His voice is hoarse, almost pained.

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