“What’s the second thing?” The question grates as it pushes past my gritted teeth, my jaw locked tight when all I want to do is touch her. Kiss her. Claim her.
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you for hours, too.”
I fucking detonate.
When I grab the curves of her body and use my hold on her to push her back into her house while making sure our bodies are pressed together tightly, she gasps. I fucking groan. She feels damn good pressed against me.
She’s all softness, all curves, all woman.
I love it.
And the truth of the matter is that I’ve fallen in love with her. I didn’t need the two dates to know it, and I certainly don’t need to be between her thighs to confirm it.
As much as I want to say the words, I swallow them down. Syndal isn’t ready for them. Not yet.
Soon.
I hope.
“Joss,” she moans my name as a cat meows. The sound is filled with accusation that has me looking toward it. She grumbles, “Damn it.”
When I notice the white star emblazoned on the chest of the cat, I tilt my head slightly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that kind of marking on a cat.”
“It’s why he’s named Cap, like Captain America. He also has an overinflated sense of justice, and he has no problem telling everyone about it.”
I can’t help but chuckle. I’m not sure whether that’s true or not, but he is looking at me with a heavy dose of suspicion.
Syndal moving her hands up my chest and around my neck pulls my attention away from the cat and back to the woman in my arms, which is where it belongs. I don’t waste a second, the need I have for her making it an impossibility.
When our lips meet, all of my control crumbles as she melts into my arms. The kiss is just a press of lips at first, but then it’s so much more. Our tongues explore, our teeth nip, our breathing deepens. Every swipe of our tongues feels like devotion, and it tugs at me.
Everything stops.
The world.
The past.
The fear.
The pain.
The horrors.
For just a moment as I kiss my woman, it all just evaporates and becomes mist. My hands tighten on my woman’s body, and she moans into my mouth like she’s feeding me her pleasure.
“Fuck, Sugar,” I groan. Then I’m touching her everywhere. I map her curves with my hands, needing to memorize them, needing them embedded in me until I know them better than I know myself. “You’re so fuckingbeautiful. I want you,” I admit and pull back to look down into her eyes. “Can I have you?”
Her green eyes search mine for a moment. I don’t know what she’s looking for, but I hope she finds it. I’m desperate for it in a way that claws at my soul and leaves tatters behind.
“Take me,” she breathes. “I’m yours.”
Everything speeds up again and the world feels like more. Better? Brighter? I don’t know, but I know I like the feeling, and I know it’s all because of her. Syndal. My woman.
I scoop her up in my arms and she lets out a shriek which is part fear and part surprise. Her hands grip my shoulders and she shudders. “Holy shit,” her voice is high and tight, “you need to put me down right now. Right this moment,” she tries to sound stern, but it doesn’t land.
I’m not an idiot; I know why. But I don’t give a fuck. I’m carrying my woman to bed. If I’m strong for only this reason, it’s more than enough.
I catch a glimpse of Cap and he’s looking at me with respect. I probably shouldn’t find it encouraging, but I do. What I don’t do is listen to my woman and put her down.
