Page 25 of Kai
"I am asking for a chance, and I won't take no for an answer. We have something--" His grip tightened as he drew her towards him. "You're in my blood, damn if I can stop thinking about you. Wanting you. I want to taste you, slide myself inside you, until I touch your very soul." His voice had dropped, and Maxie found herself melting at the look in his eyes and his hypnotic voice.
"Please--" Her voice was wispy, her skin hot and feverish.
"I'm not going to stand by while you go out with another man. Is that clear?"
It was as if he had thrown cold water over her desire. Coming to her senses, she wedged her hands between them and started shoving, feeling the frustration when he would not budge.
"You-- you! Oh!" She almost stamped her feet when words failed her. When he started grinning, her temper erupted! He knew the exact moment when she decided to take a chunk out of his lower body. Closing his legs, he countered by banding his hands around her waist and shoving her up against the wall.
"Not tonight," he whispered against her mouth. Maxie found herself going weak as his potent breath feathered over her lips. Like a whisper. Longing, such as she had never felt before, rose up to grab her by the throat and would not let go. It was no use denying it, she thought hazily. She wanted him. She wanted his touch more than she wanted to live. As if she had transmitted her feelings to him, he gazed into her eyes, his own dark and mysterious.
"Tell me you want me," he rasped.
Contrary to the end, she curled her fingers into the smooth silk of his sweater.
"I hate you."
Something flickered in those enigmatic eyes. "I'm prepared to accept that for now. But you want me, perhaps as much as I want you. Shall I tell you how much?" His eyes wandered away from hers to land on her parted lips. "More than I want to breathe. More than I need food to survive. I crave you." He brushed his lips lightly over hers and relished the tremor and the way her eyes went completely limpid. Testing her again, he ran his tongue over her bottom lip and watched it quiver. "I'm hungry for you." He nibbled, her gasp sending darts to his loins. "You're the only woman who has ever affected me this much." He soothed where he had nibbled, running his tongue over the flesh. "I want you in my bed. I have plans, which includes ice cubes and some potent wine. I want to use my mouth all over your body, inside you until I taste only you."
By this time, Maxie was dying. She was sure every cell in her body had liquified. She could not stand much more of what he was doing to her. It felt like torture of the worst kind.
"Stop it." Her voice was weak and thready.
"I can't stop." His tongue darted into her mouth slowly, tasting her, lingering as he explored.
"Kiss me back, baby," he urged hoarsely. "Put your arms around my neck and give me what I'm craving."
Her resistance shattered like fragile glass. Winding a hand around his neck, she brought his head down, her lips parted, eyes glazed. With her submission, he went mad. Crushing her lips, he took ruthlessly. His control was in tattered shreds. He hauled her up against him, wanting desperately to merge her body with his. Their clothing was an annoying and frustrating obstacle. He wanted her naked and could not wait. It had to be now. The madness inside him was raging out of control and he did not want to rein it in. He devoured her mouth, drowning in the taste and scent of her.
She tasted dark and sweet, like honey straight from the comb. His hands raced up and down her back, finally cupping her taut bottom and lifting her so that she could feel his incredible response to her. Swallowing her gasp, he demanded more, deepening the kiss, until he was pressing her against the wall.
Her breathing became ragged, intertwining with his as their bodies pressed closer, the heat between them rising to an unbearable crescendo. She gave in to the tidal wave of emotion sweeping her away, her fingers tangling in his hair as if anchoring herself to him could keep her from drowning in the firestorm he had ignited. His lips left hers, trailing a line of molten fire down her jaw to her neck. Her enticing throat was exposed, and he took advantage by ravaging the smooth skin. Gathering the flesh between his teeth, he nibbled and then sank his teeth, drawing the flesh into his mouth. Her body jolted, fingers clutching at him desperately.
He felt empowered, dangerously out of control. The dark thrill of possessing her tore through his body. He could have her right here. He wanted to drag her to the floor, rip the clothes off her body and just sink into her. But she deserved better.
With a supreme effort, he fisted his hands in her hair and tugged her head back to savage her mouth.
"I want more," he whispered thickly. "Give me more. I cannot stand not to have you. I want you on a bed. Now."
"There's--" She swallowed the lump in her throat. "My office."
"Then that's where this will happen. Show me."
"The door."
Dragging her towards it, he waited while she locked it and turned the sign. Sweeping her into his arms, he marched her around to the back where she pointed weakly to her office.
It was nothing more than a cot, but it would have to do, he decided. His body was already shuddering from the tremendous need inside him for her. Lowering her, he started with the zipper, which broke in his impatience to feel her flesh. Pulling down the shoulders, he kissed her neck, his mouth sliding down her shoulders. A murmur sounded deep inside his throat when he took in the scrap of ruby lace covering her small breasts.
Lifting her up, he suckled through the material, sending her into a spasm of pleasure that tore at her insides.
"I want you naked. Forgive me." She cried out in shock when he tore at the lace. Shoving her back on the bed, he bent to takeoff her boots, running his hands over the silk stockings. He got rid of those quickly, taking little time to admire her complexion. Maxie braced back on her elbows, eyes slitted as she watched him lifting her left foot. A shiver ran through her when he started at her toes, pulling them one by one into his mouth. By the time he worked his way up to her inner thigh, she was delirious with need. Her fingers clutched the simple cotton sheets, her breath heaving.
"Please."
He nibbled at her flesh, the musky scent of her driving him mad. When he kissed her through the lace, shock and pleasure went through her body like a lance.
"Kai. Now. Please. Oh God, I cannot-- Please. I cannot stand it."
