“The party’suphere.”
“We can make our own party.” He hopped off the picnic table and held out his hand. For a long beat, he wasn’t sure she was going totakeit.
Then she laughed, a gentle, lilting sound that tugged at his balls, and accepted the help up. When she wasstanding, she left her fingers wrapped around his, and it felt so good he knew this wasdangerous.
Looking back, he’d been a goner before that moment, but had been blind to the way his body—and his heart—reactedtoher.
The second she’d taken his hand, need roaredtolife.
He didn’t regret letting his desire take over last year, but he wouldn’t do it again thesameway.
This time, he wanted to make theirconnectionlast.
And they definitely had a connection, no matter how many roadblocks she might throw up intheirpath.
His heart tapped fast and sharp in his chest as they climbed the steps to her—maybe their—cabin.
“I’ll just take a quick shower,” he said as he pulled the door open. “Like ninetyseconds.So—”
Priya caughtthe front of his t-shirt in her hand, stopping him in his tracks. “Or youcouldkiss—”
He crashed his mouth down on hers, because his nobility was fleeting and her lips were far too tempting toresist.
Her body pressed warm and soft against him, and he flexed his fingers in a vain attempt to not grab her and hold on tight. Itdidn’twork.
As soon as he settled his hands onher body, their kiss jacked up to the next level. Hotter,dirtier.
A kiss a year in the making, and God damn it, he didn’t want it to end. He wanted his hands on her skin, though. Shuffling backward, he pulled them down onto her bed, tumbling together over the too-small mattress until he was flat on his back and she was on topofhim.
Perfect.
She sank her teeth into his jaw,licking his skin, and his cock went from thick torigid.
“When did you grow fangs?” He flipped them over and pressed her arms over her head. “I wanted to go slow. Wanted to do this differentlythistime.”
“I didn’t wait a year for different,” she whispered, her eyes molten pools as she gazed upathim.
“Has it been that long for you, beautiful?” Fuck, he hoped it had been,and he didn’t have any righttothat.
Her eyes flashed at him. She knew what he was thinking, and she wasn’t going to assuage that primaldesire.
She should be his, but she wasn’t, because he didn’t holdontoher.
Icouldn’t.
He tightened his grip on her wrists and brought their mouths back together. Slower, more deliberately now. Showing her he still wanted her, hadnever stoppedwantingher.
It had been a year forhim,too.
A year of remembering. A year offantasizing.
He filled his hands with her curves. Her breasts, her hips, the swell of her bottom. She felt even sweeter than he remembered, and he sank deeper between her thighs, rocking his erection againsthercore.
She said his name, over and over again, in between kisses.But she didn’t lift her hands, even after he let her go, and that rang an alarm bell deep in hisbrain.
He lifted his head and looked down at her lust-dazed face. She gave him a tentative smile, her gaze drifting to his mouth, which was probably swollen and red. Slick with her kisses and achingformore.
“Don’t stop,” shewhispered.
