Another hitch of her breath, then his head lowered.
He moved so slowly, giving her all the time in the world to pull away. She didn’t. Couldn’t. When his lips touched hers, it was like a bolt of electricity shooting through her body. She felt it in every limb. Every organ. Every beat of her heart.
His lips moved slowly, so much softer than she remembered, and the hand on her waist tugged her to the edge of the stool. She almost felt like she was floating, Eastern the only thing keeping her steady.
Her lips parted and he swooped in, his tongue tangling with hers.
She moaned deep in her throat.
Her hand eased from his cheek, slipping back into his hair, tangling with his locks, while the other grazed up his chest. God, he was hard. Layer upon layer of muscle. But then, she’d known he would be.
Suddenly, she was lifted and set onto the kitchen island. Then he was between her thighs, so close she could feel him straining against his jeans and pressing into her. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, wanting no space between them. Wanting to feel all of him.
His lips moved from her mouth to her cheek before kissing down her neck.
When his hands touched her waist under her shirt, a warmth zipped into her core. Those big calloused hands inched up her ribs, almost wrapping around her entire waist. Still, there were too many layers between them. She wanted nothing. To feel his skin against hers. His hard against her soft.
She reached for the hem of her top and tugged it over her head.
Eastern’s mouth only lifted for a second, and when it did, his eyes flared. He tugged off his own shirt before his mouth crashed back to her neck, sucking and nipping as his hands once again smoothed up her sides.
The second his hand closed over her breast, she gasped, her head flinging back.
God, it was heaven. The way he palmed her. The way his thumb found the hard bud of her nipple and grazed it back and forth.
She bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan, a deep throb building in her core.
The cup on the other side of her bra was yanked down, then his mouth lowered. The second his lips closed over her nipple, she cried out. He licked and sucked, his tongue rolling her nipple back and forth, causing a riot of sensations to pulse through her.
Christ, she could barely breathe. Every attempt to inhale felt like it got stuck. He switched to her other breast, and it was the same explosion of need. The same torment.
She wasn’t sure how long he sucked and played with her, but when he released her nipple, it was too soon. She groaned in protest, wanting more, needing all of him.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, desperation weaving through her words. “I need you.”
A deep, masculine growl rippled through the air before she was lifted and carried out of the kitchen and down the hall. He stopped in a dimly lit room. She barely took in the dark-sheeted bed that centered the space or the other masculine tones throughout the room.
Eastern’s room.
Gently, he laid her on the bed. She watched, eyes heavy, as Eastern rose, thick cords of muscle straining every inch of his chest and arms, causing her heart to flutter. When he shoved down his jeans, she noticed his thighs were the same. Thick and muscled, not an inch of fat on him.
A warrior. This man was a warrior.
Without taking his gaze from hers, he leaned over her body, his hands going to the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping before pulling them down her legs. When she wore just her panties and bra, Eastern braced himself over her, and oh Lord, his weight in combination with the heat of his body was like a drug. It made her heart gallop and her belly do little flips she’d never felt before.
He lowered so his mouth hovered just above hers, and there was no other space between them. Then he looked into her eyes like he saw all of her. Every fragment. Every tiny secret she hid from the world.
“You sure you want to do this, honey?” he asked quietly, his hand grazing down her side and leaving a trail of goose bumps. “Once we do, there’s no going back.”
“Good. I have a feeling after tonight, I won’twantto go back.”
Sadie’s wordswere like gas on the fire of his need.
Yet again, he crashed his mouth to hers, plunging his tongue between her lips and tasting her.
Fuck, she was sweet. Like sugary candy and tart strawberry mixed together. And the softness of her body made him fucking wild.
When he reached behind her back, she arched, allowing him to unclasp her bra. The second her breasts were free, Eastern’s cock hardened so quickly, it was painful. Her breasts were perfect. The pink tips of the nipples. The way they pebbled for him.
