His beauty became that of the sea he loved so much. Dangerous. Intimidating. Primal. And the look in his eyes, so dark and hot? She couldn’t help thinking he knew countless ways to make her gasp and moan. Endless tricks to have her writhing and begging.
“I want to do this with you if ya still want me to.” He used his free hand to rub a thumb over her bottom lip. Her mouth opened on an involuntary breath.
The smile that stretched his beautiful lips was male and triumphant. Like she’d answered a question she hadn’t even known he’d asked.
“Do ya trust me?” His deep voice reached an even lower register.
“You know I do.” Her own words were rough, raw, dragged from the very heart of her.
“Then trust me with this.”
She couldn’t think with him touching her. Couldn’t reason with his eyes going all dark and seductive.
She pushed to a stand and paced to the other side of the room.
It hardly helped. Especially when he followed her.
His fingers wrapped hot around her wrist as he spun her to face him. He was all height and heat and him. The moment he stepped close, his boots bumping the toes of her flip-flops, goosebumps scattered up her arms.
“What do ya need me to say, Sabrina? What promises do I have to make?”
Promise to love me! Promise this is more than two friends indulging in some benefits!
But she took the coward’s way out and whispered, “Promise me this won’t change anything. Promise me we’ll still be friends after. Promise you won’t hate me if I need to stop, or?—”
He tapped a finger against her mouth to quiet her.
“I promise.”
She felt the words more than she heard them because, once again, she was lost in his eyes. In the look in his eyes that said he was everything she needed, everything she wanted, everything she’d ever dreamed of, and more.
Am I really going to do this?
She didn’t wait for the voice of reason to give its opinion. Instead, heart hammering, she said, “So we agree to terms then?”
His lopsided grin had her core clenching around its own emptiness. “Where do I sign?”
The inches between them felt like a fuse. And her next words? They were the spark.
“Here.” She pressed a finger to her lips. His gaze sharpened on her mouth. “And here.” She opened her lips and touched her tongue.
A low growl rumbled at the back of his throat like she was the source of all pleasure and pain.
Then, he sealed the deal by kissing her.
28
Hew was lost.
Lost in the feel of Sabrina’s hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Lost in the way her lithe body pressed tight to his, her nipples scraping his chest, her hips rolling in a slow, needy rhythm. Lost in the sweet, breathless heat of her mouth as she licked and laved, sucked and stroked, tasting him like she was starving and he was an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Her hunger was contagious. Ball-tightening. Desperate.
Too desperate?
Like she needed it fast and furious because if they slowed down, even for a second, there’d be room for doubt? For fear? For her demons to come clawing back in?
No.
