Page 78 of Stars in Umbra
‘You started it, soldier.’
‘Dangerous words.’
‘Wild night.’
They sat, close, their legs tangled beneath the bench. Her half-eaten bun lay forgotten on the table.
Mo was all over, his nose hair, one hand stroking her thigh, his other sank into her hair, playing with her thick tresses.
The silver-blue of the club lights danced across his skin, turning the sculpted angles of his face into a mythic, treacherous, and achingly sensual plane.
His gaze pinned her, molten and steady.
‘I’m so gone for you,mi kaya,’ he murmured, his voice a thrum against her ear.
Rina swallowed, her heart kicking under her ribs. ‘Is that right, soldier?’
He tilted his head, studying her mouth with hunger. ‘I’m trying to behave. You’re making it difficult.’
‘You did just bring me to the best freakin’ club on Eden II and dance a most sensual choreography with me, so you’re the one making things challenging,’ she teased.
He leaned in, his lips brushing just beneath her jaw, where her pulse fluttered. ‘I can’t help it, I want you, you make me lose all control.’
Rina shivered, biting back a smile. ‘So what are you going to do about it, honey? You’re going to throw me over your shoulder and cart me off like some caveman?’
‘I might,’ he said, his voice thick with desire. ‘Unless you’d rather we stay and admire the view.’
Rina traced her fingertip down the seam of his shirt, stroking the taut muscle and pulsing glyphs beneath, pressing her lips to his chest, eyes on his rippling sinew. ‘The view’s superb.’
‘But?’
‘But I’d prefer to enjoy it somewhere quiet,’ she whispered. ‘Where I can witness you lose all that control.’
He stood in one fluid motion, pulling her up with him. ‘Then let’s go before I ravish you here and now.’
They didn’t speak much on the ride back.
The flyer purred as Rina studied Mo’s hands on the controls, capable, sure, steady, and imagined them on her skin.
By the time they reached his apartment, yearning crackled between them like charged air before a violent storm.
Her breath hitched as he turned to her in the entryway, eyes dark and flaming.
‘How do you want it?’ he asked, voice rough.
‘Wild, savage, untamed.’
With that, she stepped forward, rose onto her toes, and kissed him with abandon.
Her fingers slid into his hair, tugging. His hands gripped her hips and lifted her in one smooth motion, pressing her to the wall as their mouths clashed.
They embraced with fervent intensity. Every brush of lips, drag of breath, press of their bodies, was hungry, aching, and righteous.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead on her brow, breathing hard. ‘Fokk, woman, you undo me.’
‘Then let go,’ she whispered, pulling his shirt up over his head. ‘I want all of it.’
‘Soon, baby, very soon.’
