Page 6 of Saving Mr. Norcross
He was sitting in one of the burgundy leather chairs, still and silent.
Instantly, his gaze flicked up and locked on her. It was impossible to sneak up on him.
He’d changed at some point and wore a black T-shirt and jeans. His black hair looked ruffled by the wind or his hand sliding through it.
“Did you sleep?” she asked.
“I’m fine.”
That anger welled again. She wanted him to talk to her, open up to her. She hated feeling this wall between them.
She walked closer. “You’re not fine. Talk to me, Vander. Don’t push me away.”
“That’s not what I’m doing.”
She pressed a hand to the back of her neck. “I fought too hard for you. I’mnotgoing to let you ice me out now.”
He rose in a fast, lethal move. “I said I’m fine.”
“You didn’t come to bed. You left me alone.” She walked up to him and poked him in his hard chest. “You’re mine, Vander Norcross. You sleep beside me, dammit. I know impending fatherhood is scary?—”
He moved fast.
Her back hit the bookcase, his hard body pressed flush against her front. His hand moved up and gripped her throat. He was careful and his grip was firm but not tight. He was always aware of his strength.
His dark-blue eyes looked like darkest midnight.
“You knew who I was.” His voice was low, deep. “I warned you what would happen if I let myself love you.”
Her heart hammered in her chest. “Vander?—”
He leaned down and ran his nose along the side of hers. She felt his warm breath on her cheek.
“I warned you that once I claimed you, you were mine. Forever. I’ll do anything to keep you safe, Brynn. I’ll fight, I’ll kill, I’ll burn the world down.”
Her chest swelled. The force of his love was something she never doubted. “I know you love me, and I love you.Allof you. You don’t need to hide your worries, you don’t need to hide any pieces, you don’t need to be strong all the time.”
He stared at her for a beat, then his mouth crashed down on hers.
Brynn fought back a shot of disappointment that he wouldn’t talk with her, but as soon as his mouth moved over hers, desire exploded between them.
His tongue swept into her mouth, plundering, and she opened herself to it. Her hands curled in his T-shirt, and she kissed him back, need and want twisting inside her. His cock instantly hardened against her. She pressed closer, her hands sliding up—over his hard pectorals, the strong cords of his neck,and into his thick, dark hair. His arms locked around her and he lifted her off her feet.
“Don’t stop,” she panted.
“I have no plans to stop. You want me. You’ve got me.”
He crossed the library, and her ass hit the table. There was no restraint in his actions. He’d let the brakes off. His mouth was on hers again, the kiss hard and fierce.
She moaned, then felt his hands grab the silk of her nightgown. With one hard pull, he ripped it down the middle. She gasped, excitement arrowing through her.
“Brynn.” He cupped her breasts, thumbed her nipples. “You make me crazy.” His hot gaze stayed locked on her breasts. Then one strong hand slid between her thighs.
She cried out. He stroked her, and she was soaked for him.
Her man. Her mate.
He cursed, then fumbled to open his pants. “Need you.”
