Page 68 of Shadowed Hearts: Frost
I pivot, fixing him with a glare that's frozen lesser men. Jax just laughs, the sound carrying as he pulls away.
"Is he always like that?" Vanessa asks, raindrops trailing down her cheek.
"Always."
The day's success buzzes beneath my skin, bringing every nerve ending to life. Her chest rises and falls with quick breaths, faster than usual. Her fingers tap against her thigh. Not the usual pattern, but something more restless.
The door closes behind us with a solid click. The sound awakens something raw inside me. No interruptions this time. No laptop alarms. No missions. Just us.
Before she can remove her jacket, I've backed her against the wall. Hard. The impact draws a sharp gasp from her lips as my hands frame her face.
"Good work today." My voice comes out rougher than intended.
Vanessa grips my tactical shirt, bunching the material. Her pupils dilate, leaving only a thin ring of brown.
"God, Asher, watching you work today was so fucking hot. The way you just... take control, how still and deadly you get, and I kept thinking about what it would be like if you looked at me like that, like you wanted to—"
I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her rambling. One hand slides into her damp hair while the other pins her hip against the wall. No escape.
She melts into the kiss, soft and yielding, but her hands are still moving, still restless. Still thinking too much.
"Mine," I growl against her throat, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
Her breath hitches, but she doesn't pull away. "Possessive much? Though I have to admit, the whole alpha thing you've got going is really working for me, especially the way you just take what you want without asking, and—"
"Too many words." I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Strip. Now."
Her mouth opens, probably to launch into another analysis, but something in my expression stops her. Good.
"Here? What if someone—"
"Now."
The single word cuts through her protest. Her hands tremble as she removes her jacket, then her shirt. The blush spreads across her skin as I stare. Her nipples harden under my gaze.
"Everything."
She hesitates, that brilliant mind of hers still trying to process, to control. I step closer, backing her harder against the wall.
"Problem?"
"No, I just... this is different than I thought and I'm not sure—"
I silence her with two fingers pressed to her lips. "What did I say about too many words?"
Her eyes flutter closed at the contact.
There.
"Better." I remove my fingers, replacing them with my thumb, pressing into her lower lip. "Keep going."
She strips off her pants and underwear with more confidence now, that hyperactive energy settling into something else. Something focused entirely on me.
When she's naked, I step back. Pink-flushed skin, dark curls at the apex of her thighs, nipples tight with arousal.Perfect.
"Turn around. Hands on the wall."
She obeys immediately, pressing her palms flat against the surface. The position arches her back, displays her ass perfectly.
