Page 37 of Twister's Salvation
“Thank you,” she murmured.
I stepped closer.“Better?”
“I’ll live,” she said, though a shiver racked through her.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my chest.She didn’t resist.In fact, she sank right in.Fit against me like a damn puzzle piece.
Her head rested against my chest.My chin dropped to the top of her head.
“What are we doing, Twister?”she asked softly.
I tilted my head and pretended not to understand what she was really asking.“Trying to keep you warm, doll.”
She pulled back just enough to look up at me.Her eyes caught the moonlight and held it.“No, I mean us.What is this?Part of me thinks you like me, but then there’s another part that thinks this is just...”
“Just what?”
Her voice dropped.“A game.”
My jaw tightened.I slipped a hand under her chin and tilted her face up.“It’s not a game.I do like you.Hell, Tempi, I think about you way more than I should.”
She blinked.“You sure?”
I nodded slowly.“You completely blindsided me.I came to Madison with one goal: set up the Saints.Handle business.You?You weren’t even on the radar.But now...”
“Now?”
“Now I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Her lips parted.Her breath hitched.
I leaned down, and she rose up on her toes.
The kiss hit like a fuse lit.
Soft.Then sharp.Hot.Wild.
Her fingers gripped my cut and yanked me closer.My hands slipped under her shirt, skimming her skin until I found the lacy edge of her bra.I cupped her breast, and she gasped as her hips pressed into mine.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her mouth.
She moaned and clung tighter.
We broke apart, panting.
Her eyes met mine, dark with need.
“Goddammit, Tempi, you can’t look at me like that.Not here.”
She smirked and kissed me again, this time slower.Deep.Thorough.
“Yeah,” I muttered when we finally stopped.“That totally makes up for the shit day I had.”
She giggled and brushed her nose against mine.“Glad to be of service.”
I tugged her into another hug.Tight.Steadying.
“I should get you home, doll,” I murmured.
