Page 150 of Heresy

It’s almost like he was afraid of scaring me off, and maybe he was right to feel that way. I was timid at first. Unsure.

The scent of his cologne seduced me in that moment, just the tip of my tongue escaping my lips to discover he tastes as good as he looks and smells. Everything about him is designed to seduce.

I’m worried he can be addictive.

But then that’s what I do.

I worry.

And in the moment when I would have pulled away, too scared to push this mistake further, he fisted his hand in my hair and tugged me closer, taking over without one ounce of caution holding him back.

He’s exactly what I needed.

Our tongues crash together on a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. And just like the way he drives, he speeds things up until I’m already screaming for him to slow down.

Not that I want him to.

Not really.

Tugging my head back so that my neck is painfully arched and exposed, Shane runs his mouth down the skin, the stubble on his chin rough against me, the edges of his teeth a subtle warning that I may have started something I’m not built to handle.

He takes full control, somehow tender and aggressive all at the same time when his mouth reaches the nook between my neck and shoulder.

I shiver uncontrollably when he bites down.

A sound erupts from his throat, 100 percent male, filled with satisfaction and conquest.

With his other hand, he runs possessive fingers up the side of my body, wrapping the length of them over my rib cage so that his thumb just barely brushes the side of my breast.

I jump in response, way too overstimulated already. I knew I shouldn’t have started this, but damn, I’m glad I did because my heart has never pounded harder in my life.

When I jump again as his thumb traces the curve of my breast, he chuckles against my neck, that tongue of his licking across the sting of his bite.

“Scared?” he asks, his voice so deep that it shakes me to the core.

“Not at all,” I manage to breathe out.

Another laugh. “Liar.”

He’s not wrong.

That’s exactly what I am.

Shane isn’t scared, though. Not when he rolls me to my back, his body weight trapping me in place as he releases my hair to push up on his elbows.

Taking a long, slow look down my body, he shakes his head.

“Gotta get you out of those baggy clothes.”

His eyes meet mine, that ocean color churning and waves pounding. “And burn them.”

I open my mouth to laugh, but he steals it with another violent kiss, his tongue sweeping out to capture mine, his chest dropping down against me as he pulls my arms above my head to trap me in place.

Releasing the kiss, he sighs. “Brin, are you sure about—”

“Don’t,” I demand, cutting him off. “Don’t ruin it. You want to show me what it means to live? Then skip the bullshit of making sure I’m okay, and just show me.”

One blink of his eyes and he starts to argue, but I shut him up for once by capturing his mouth with mine, simply because I’m not able to pull my hands free.

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