He tilted his hips forward without thought, his hardness seeking the solace of her feminine softness. But when she lifted a leg, hooking her heel behind his knee, he didn’t register softness. He only registered heat.
The material of the scrubs was thin. No match for the sultry fire at the center of her. And that’s when he lost his damn mind.
Gone were the tender caresses of moments before. Now all he could think about was claiming what was his. Marking her. Taking her. Stealing away any thought she might still harbor that they weren’t made for each other.
Grabbing her waist, he hoisted her atop the vanity and stepped between her spread thighs so he could grind his erection against her.
It was her turn to meethimstroke for stroke. And, dear woman that she was, she did. She swiveled her hips until he saw stars. Ground against him until he felt a hot drop of pre-cum wet the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Somewhere, in the furthest corner of his mind, a voice of reason spoke.
Don’t overdo it,it said.You’ll regret it if you do.Shemight regret it if you do.
He didn’t listen. Hecouldn’t. Not when every single one of his senses was completely overwhelmed by the woman in his arms.
His taste buds were alive with the sweet, salty flavor of her. His nose filled with the delicious sunshine, coconut oil, and salty sea spray scent of her. His ears resonated with her throaty moans, with her greedy little sighs. And when he opened his eyes, ever so slightly, his vision filled with the sight of her thick lashes that were dark at their bases but the whitest blond at their tips.
Unfortunately, the voice was a persistent motherfucker. And with each passing second, it grew louder until, eventually, he could no longer ignore it.
Ripping his lips away from Chrissy’s devastatingly talented mouth, he took half a step back. Just enough so he was no longer pressed against that part of her that for months he’d been longing to explore with his hands and mouth and cock.
Her fingers were tangled in his hair. Rapid breaths made her breasts press tight against the fabric of the top, emphasizing the straining hardness of her nipples. But it was her eyes that caught and held him. The swirling, churning ocean blue of them.
He wanted to drown in those eyes. Plunge into their depths and lose himself in them forever. Lose himself inher.
His island girl.
For better or worse—and he feared it would be for the worse—the words that’d been stuck in his mouth slid out before he could stop them. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Christina.”
Chapter 19
12:11 PM…
Chrissy’s throat closed up.
Sweat popped out on her upper lip at the same time panic rose inside her.
Is someone stabbing me in my pupils?It sure felt like it. That, or she was milliseconds away from bursting into tears.
Butwhy?
Was it because hearing those words on Wolf’s lips sounded like poetry? Made her feel more alive than ever? Made her feel worthy and adored in a way she never had before?
She’d spent her entire life tryingnotto become her mother, and all it took was one overused phrase to have her wanting to ditch those hard-learned life lessons.
Those words, when spoken by a man who was staring at her with a sincerity in his eyes that flamed so hot it burned her from the inside out, hadpower.They made her want tobelieve.
NowonderJosephine had fallen so easily so many times. A person could become addicted to hearing those words.
But it’s not real!she silently reminded herself.It’s just hormones and brain chemistry, and when that fades, what’s left? Will there be anything left?
There never had been for her mother.
Her voice sounded like seashells stuck in a garbage disposal when she finally said, “You don’t, Wolf. Not really. Youwantme. There’s a difference.”
A muscle ticked in the side of his jaw. His next words were measured. “There are a few things I’m good at, Christina. Knife play, navigation, and puttin’ up with the machinations of a big, boisterous family.”
Not for the first time, she imagined him surrounded by an adoring crowd of nieces and nephews. Although, if she was honest with herself, her mind’s eye conjuredotherchildren into the mix. Little ones who shared his flashing, dark eyes, and her straight, slightly upturned nose.
