Page 23 of Hunt the Dusk
His chest rumbled in exasperation. “Orina…”
I stepped aside to let him into my room and was hit by a spike of his sweet evergreen scent. My stomach flipped, and I breathed through my mouth to avoid another hit of his aroma.
He stopped by my bed, his chest rising and falling deeply. “Let’s go on the balcony.” His tone was thicker, his words almost a plea.
My gut warned me not to question him even as my mind urged me to demand what the hell was going on here.
My gut won, and I led the way to the balcony doors, unlocking them to let us out into the cool, crisp air. My skin was instantly pebbled with goosebumps, and I was about to duck back inside to grab a sweater when Ordell’s heat hit me, spreading over me in a phantom hug. The next moment, his taut chest pressed to my back and his arms folded around me, bringing the plate and cake with them.
This was bliss, and I wanted to stay here. “I thought we had to keep away from each other?”
“We do. We are.” His breath ruffled the top of my head. “We will. But let’s eat cake together now. Please.”
I sighed and leaned back into him, eyes fluttering closed because, damn, I’d missed our closeness.
He shaved off a piece of cake with the fork and held it to my lips, offering to feed me. The intimacy of the situation wasn’t lost on me. I should say something, but I was loath to interrupt the moment, to ruin it in any way. So I accepted the sliver, and the next, and the next, until over half the cake was gone.
“Hey, you need to have the rest. I’m full.”
He chuckled against my ear. “Are you sure you can’t take any more?” The way he said it, the thick deep tone, set the pulse between my thighs throbbing.
I gently extricated the fork from his hand and turned in his arms to feed him. His beautiful lips parted to accept my offering, but when he was done, an errant bit of chocolate clung to the corner of his mouth. Before I could check myself, I’d pushed up on tiptoes and claimed it with a flick of my tongue. He went as still as stone, and I froze. I should back away. I should?—
His mouth claimed mine, swallowing my gasp. All good intentions melted beneath the rasp of his tongue, chocolate, vanilla and heat, and fuck…I raked my fingers through his hair,climbing him like a tree. Something smashed, the sound distant and insignificant, and I was crushed against taut, hard muscle.
He cradled my head with one large hand, angling me to deepen the kiss while his other hand gripped and kneaded my ass. Our groans mingled as we fell back against the doors, into the room, and onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.
He was all over me. Everywhere at once, lips and hands, and the vibration of his primal growls. My clothes were too tight, my sleep tee straining and rubbing against my breasts, abrasive and unwanted while the fabric against my pussy was a wet constriction that I needed gone.
He tore my shirt with a swipe of his large hand and clamped down on my nipple. I cried out and arched against his mouth, writhing beneath him as he sucked hard enough to draw sobs of need up my throat.
He tore at my shorts next, fingers diving beneath the fabric and sliding into the pulsing heat that waited there.
My eyes rolled, vision whiting out as he touched me.
“Need.” His voice was deep and animalistic.
A spike of ice penetrated the fog of desire clouding my mind, but then his fingers pushed inside me, and I lost all coherence, moving my hips against him, hungry, wanton, chasing release. Please. Please. Oh please.
His fingers retreated, replaced by something huge, thick and hot.
I wanted it.
I should stop.
I needed to stop.
But I fucking wanted it.
A wave of heat washed over me, stealing my words and disrupting my thoughts. All that mattered was having him inside me.
An icy hand squeezed my arm, and pain flared up across my chest, shattering the fog of need and yanking me back to reality.
What was I doing?
I couldn’t let this happen no matter how much I wanted it.
“Stop!” I shoved at his hips, wriggling to get away but succeeding only in rubbing against him.
