The sweet scent of honeysuckle filling my lungs.
The heat of her body beneath mine.
And her scent…
It'sblooming.
A low, shuddering growl builds in my chest.
My arms slide beneath her back.
Forearms tense beneath her as I cradle her.
Holding her close.
Muscles strain as I fight to maintain control.
I'm caging her completely now.
My massive body surrounding her smaller frame.
She doesn't seem to mind.
She doesn't seem afraid.
She arches into me instead.
Her hands slide down from my face to my shoulders, exploring the width of them, the hard muscle beneath my shirt.
Her fingers trace lower, over the planes of my chest, lingering on the ridges of scar tissue she finds there. I tense again, but she just continues her exploration, learning my body with curious, gentle touches.
When her hand reaches my stomach, my abdominal muscles jump beneath her fingers. She smiles against my masked jaws.
Clearly, she's pleased.
By what? My reaction?
Her palm spreads wide.
Fingers splaying over my muscles.
Then her hand moves lower.
Deliberate.
Unmistakable.
Fingers tracing the waistband of my sweatpants.
I pull back slightly, searching her eyes.
"I want this," she says softly, answering my unasked question. "I want you."
My heart slams against my ribs.
Want her so fucking bad it hurts.
But I need to be sure.
