Page 54 of Spies without a Face
While we walked to the car, I held her hand. The dizzying connection from that small touch alone was enough to send electrical currents buzzing in my veins. What would it feel like when I finally had her in bed, when I could worship her body and do the things to hear that I’d longed to do?
What would it feel like to bury myself inside her at last?
I swallowed. No, I couldn’t fantasize too much about that now as I’d never make it through the long drive home without pulling over and climbing on top of her in the front seat.
We returned to the car, and I somehow managed to drive, despite the alluring scent of her desire more pronounced in the car, leaving me heady. A DJ on a local rock station mentioned the concert and played, “Rapture.”
Somehow, I managed to keep up a conversation about the concert as we drove north, while more heat churned inside me, and my bear galloped with glee.
After I pulled into my driveway, we climbed out of the car and held hands walking to her front door.
A sense of danger pulsed inside, growing more pronounced. What the hell? I searched around for the source but saw nothing. Where did that come from?
Protectiveness rose amid my desire, and I ensured Pandora was safely inside her house. When she turned to me, her stunning amethyst eyes hooded by lowered lashes, I had to swallow.
I touched her soft cheek. “You’re beautiful, Pandora.”
Her gorgeous lips flickered into a smile. “Come upstairs.”
Our gazes locked, and the heat took over. We reached for each other and came together hard. Nothing ever felt quite like this. No woman ever felt like this in my arms.
As we kissed and touched, the heat was downright combustible. Her lips were soft and plump. I could kiss them all day. She tasted sweet with a hint of the white wine she drank at the concert. Touching her skin was electrifying, and as I ran my hands over the subtle curves of her body, I grew achingly, desperately hard.
Damn, how I wanted this witch.
We fumbled through her house, only pulling apart for fractions of a second as I followed the lead into her bedroom. I barely noted shades of sage green on the walls and bed and the scent of jasmine.
Once in there, she kicked the door closed. “Otherwise, we’ll have a feline audience,” she said with a gleam in her hooded eyes.
I took her face in both hands again and kissed her again. I couldn’t get enough of her. Sliding my hands down her body, I reached beneath her soft maroon shirt and touched the smooth skin on her lower back. Then I reached up and over the side of her body, caressing the full curve of her breast.
I wanted more.
When I pulled her shirt up, she helped me and then threw it to the white shag rug. The movement tousled her dark hair. She had the look of a wild goddess who lived in a magical forest.
Her skin was pale against her black bra. She watched me as I traced my fingers over her skin and then over the satin cups. Her nipples were already hard, poking through the fabric. When I stroked them with my thumb, she released a low sigh.
She tugged at the bottom of my shirt and slid her hands beneath it. “I want to see you.”
When she ran her fingers over my torso, I moaned. “I like how that feels.” Wanting more, I pulled my shirt up and over my head.
After I tossed it to the floor, her gaze lowered from mine and then her eyes widened.
“My, there’s no question you work out.” She raised her gaze back to mine. A glimmer of appreciation shined in them.
I chuckled. “Shifter metabolism helps.”
“Whatever it is, I like it.” She trailed her fingers higher, smoothing them over my chest with a feather-light touch that almost made me tremble. Then she traced down in the indentations to my core. “I like it a lot.”
I wanted more but also needed to touch her. After I reached around to her back, I unhooked her bra and slid the straps off her arms. After tossing it near her shirt, I caressed her full breasts and squeezed the hard buds between my finger and thumb.
“Your skin is so soft,” I said.
“I want you,” she murmured.
Leaning her back onto her bed, I crawled over her, careful to keep the weight of my body from crushing her. I kissed her from her lips down to her neck, moving along her collarbone and then to her breasts. I took one into my mouth, flicking the bud with my tongue. She squirmed beneath me, and the scent of her rising desire perfumed the air.
Moving down her torso, I licked and kissed her. When I reached the barrier of her pants, I unfastened it. We worked together to slide it down her body, leaving her only in a pair of black panties. I paused, taking in the sight of her and inhaling her intoxicating scent, which had me raging hard.
