Page 75 of Cinder
Just place one foot in front of the other and leave the room.
But I’m rooted to the spot.
Because a naked Lars is like nothing I’ve ever seen, and it’s starved me of oxygen to the brain.
“I’m so sorry… I knocked… the door was ajar… I should’ve come back...oh God.”
He’s right behind me. I can feel the heat of him.
Jesus, Ella. Move your ass.
As if he can read my mind, his voice cuts into the roar of blood in my ears. “Don’t move.”
His tone is one that commands obedience, and my skin pebbles under the ferocity of it.
I’m suddenly breathless.
His fingers run down my arms. Soft, featherlike fingertips skim across my skin, and I shiver.
He pushes my hair over one shoulder, and his lips brush against the nape of my neck.
My lips part.
My eyes close.
And I soften beneath his touch, my body melting beneath the heat of his lips and tongue against my skin.
He slowly turns me around to face him, and I can’t help it, my gaze drops to below his waist, but he’s secured a towel around his hips, and I let out a relieved breath.
He cups my face, and I lean into his touch.
I know I should run from the room, but I can’t move. Because I want this. I want one moment for me. A moment when I can forget who I am and why I am here. I want to kiss him and fall into his bed and spend the night lost in so much pleasure I forget who I truly am.
He brings his face closer, and I breathe in the sweet warmth.
His lips hover over mine. “Kiss me…”
My lips part.
I want this.
The ringing of his phone makes me jump.
Ignore it, I beg silently.
He does, and his lips find mine in a teasing kiss. My mouth parts for him without thought, without hesitation, and his tongue slides against mine, slow at first, then deeper, demanding, like he wants to taste every hidden part of me. A low sound escapes my throat, swallowed by the kiss as his hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back so he can take more, devour more.
But a few seconds later, his phone starts to ring again.
“Fuck,” Lars mutters. “It’s Beast.”
He answers the phone.
“Okay, I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” he says.
When he hangs up, he looks apologetic.
I know what he is going to say before he says it.
