Page 56 of Twister's Salvation
“Then what is it?”
I stepped toward her, slow and steady, until there was barely space between us.“It’s me waking up with you in my bed and not wanting you to leave.It’s me going out to punch ghosts and shadows because some asshole threatened you.It’s me not wanting to be anywhere except where you are.”
She blinked fast.“Oh.”
I reached up, tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.“That answer your question?”
Instead of replying, she kissed me.
Not rushed.Not wild.Just slow, warm, and full of meaning.
I shrugged off my cut and pulled my shirt over my head.
We moved to the bed like we’d done it a hundred times.My hands slid under her hoodie, skimmed up her sides, and memorized every curve.Her fingers traced the tattoos on my chest and followed the lines like they told her a story.
Tempi's hoodie fell away first, revealing the thin tank she wore beneath.My hands slid under it, my thumbs skimmed her waist, and my palms curved along the dip of her waist.She lifted her arms, and I pulled the tank top over her head.I tossed it somewhere behind me.She wasn’t wearing a bra.
I stilled, just for a second, taking her in.
She watched me as her lips parted and her chest rose and fell.There was a vulnerability in her eyes I hadn’t seen before.Not fear.Not nerves.Just… openness.Like she’d finally decided to stop fighting whatever this was between us and let it happen.
“Tempi,” I said softly and let her name sit between us.
“Yeah?”Her voice was a whisper.
“This isn’t just sex.”
She nodded slowly.“I know.”
I brushed my lips over hers, soft, unhurried.A promise.She melted into me, and her hands moved over my chest, tracing the ink, and her fingertips dragged over old scars, muscle, and years of hardened edges that she seemed to soften with a single touch.
There was no rush.No frenzy.Just a simmering, aching pull between us that got stronger with every kiss, every breath, every look.
When we were both bare, I leaned back on the bed and drew her down with me.Her hair tumbled over her shoulders as she straddled my waist, and her hands rested on my chest.For a moment, we didn’t move.Just stared at each other.
“We’re in deep,” she said quietly and brushed her fingers over my jaw.
I nodded.“Yeah, doll.I think I was the second I saw you.”
She bent down and kissed me again.Slow and sensual like she had all the time in the world.I slid my hands over her thighs, up her back, and held her closer.Our bodies aligned, and the heat coiled between us like a fuse about to spark.
When she finally sank onto me, it wasn’t fast or hard.It was deep.A slow, sensual slide that made us both gasp.Her hands braced on my chest, and mine anchored her hips as she moved with a rhythm that was all her own—steady, aching, consuming.
I watched her lose herself in it.In me.Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth parted with a soft moan as her hips rocked against mine.Every roll of her body pulled me deeper.Every kiss sent electricity racing through my veins.
“You feel like everything,” I murmured against her throat.
She opened her eyes, and her gaze locked with mine.“So do you.”
It wasn’t just the way we fit together.It was the way she looked at me.Like I wasn’t just a man in her bed, but the man she was starting to trust with her heart.
She leaned down, and I kissed her again.Her body trembled above mine, and I felt her tighten, her breath hitching as she neared the edge.I held her closer and whispered her name.“Tempi, come with me,” I said, voice thick with emotion.“Right here.”
She did.So did I.
Together.
She collapsed against me, her cheek pressed to my shoulder, and our bodies tangled slick with sweat.I rolled us slowly, keeping her close, and let her settle against my chest as the aftershocks pulsed between us.
