Page 47 of Unmask
His lips brushed mine, softly at first, tentatively in a way that lit my blood on fire, giving me the chance to stop this before we went too far.
I didn’t.
I leaned in, tilting my chin and catching his mouth with mine, and it was over. The change was immediate. His hand slidbehind my neck, fingers threading through my hair and tugging my head back. His lips were soft but possessive, and he dragged my bottom lip out with his teeth.Sweet baby Jesus. I’m in so much trouble.
My palm pressed to his chest but lacked any substance. “Wait. I can’t think.”
“Good. Open up for me, little raven,” he murmured, desire thick in his eyes.
As if I had a choice. I was starting to think my need for Kreed would never end. It wouldn’t matter what he did or how horrible he was. I was powerless to the way he made me feel.
My lips parted, and the tip of his tongue touched mine as I let him in, but it was hardly enough. I ached everywhere. I glided my tongue against his, feeling him tremble, and a heady sensation danced within me. Power. I had power over this tough, dangerous, broody guy, and it was nearly as addicting as he was.
His mouth moved over mine with desperation, his teeth scraping my bottom lip, and I gasped into the kiss. He growled low in his throat and rolled, pinning me beneath him, the weight of him both terrifying and grounding. Every inch of him was hard, and our bodies aligned too perfectly, remembering each other. My legs wrapped instinctively around his hips, his thigh pressing between mine.
This could be bad, leading to all kinds of complications I didn’t need, but my feelings had taken over, and I was lost. Kreed had that effect on me, making me forget who he was, who I was, and our thorny pasts.
His mouth left mine to find my neck, trailing hot kisses up to my ear. “God, I want you,” he whispered, the tickle of his breath hot on my skin. “You have no idea how much.”
My fingers fisted in his shirt, my heart thundering. We were fire and gasoline, and a spark ignited with every second thatpassed. “I think I have a pretty good idea,” I whispered, my hips grinding against that very evidently hard part of him.
“I swear I’ve been hard every day since I first saw you.”
My hand slipped under his shirt, gliding up over rippled muscle that shifted under my touch. God, he was so beautiful. It wasn’t fair. How could I possibly stay away? “That must be”—I traced the edge of his boxer’s waistband—“uncomfortable.”
“Jesus,” he hissed between his teeth. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t sure when or how, but he’d inched up my shirt, and I gasped as the pad of his thumb brushed over my nipple.
“I’d die happily between your legs knowing you want me.”
Wanting him would be my downfall. I couldn’t seem to stop kissing him at every chance I got. “Against better judgment.” I ached for him. Wrapping my legs around his, I lifted my hips, rubbing against him.
His lips curled against mine before he kissed me again, sliding his tongue between my parted lips. My fingers wove into his hair. I freaking loved this, loved kissing him and feeling his weight on top of me. “Tell me yes. Tell me you want me. You want this.”
My fingers wrapped around him through his boxers. “I want you inside me.” It was the best he was going to get. Wanting him and wanting sex with him were two things I was trying to separate. It wasn’t working, but Kreed didn’t need to know that. Let him think this was just sex and nothing more.
He hooked a finger into the corner of my underwear, and I held my breath as he grazed my lower belly, moving lower and lower and?—
Knock. Knock.
We both froze.
A breath locked between us.
Knock. Knock.This time louder and more urgent.
What the?—
The door creaked open wider, and Kreed cursed under his breath. Standing there, arms crossed and glowering, was my cousin. Brock’s gaze took in the entire scene in one sweep: the bed and me flushed and wild-eyed, and when they landed on Kreed, his posture went still.
I scrambled off him like I’d been electrocuted, suddenly very aware of his state of undress in my bed, hair a mess, and eyes dark as they glared across the room, the heat in them shifting to shadowy darkness. His gaze followed the sound, silver eyes darkening, no trace of softness remaining. Whatever glint of vulnerability had existed a moment ago was gone, replaced with something hard.
“Shit,” I whispered.
No one moved.
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