I wasn’t even sure I’d blinked in all the time he’d been working on his task.
The falling water abruptly cut off, and he withdrew, only to brace his hands on either side of me, caging me in. His gaze dipped lower to caress the curve of my cheek sensually. “Soft, huh?”
The words fell from my mouth before I had a chance to catch them. “Super soft. Go on, touch me if you like.”
I thought he’d raise his hand to stroke a fingertip across my jawline. Instead, he lowered his head and brought his lips a mere inch from mine.
Time stopped. Or slowed. I couldn’t tell. He was sinfully seductive. Greedy with need. I didn’t know if I was going to kiss him or if he’d kiss me.
I didn’t know if I wanted him to.
The bathroom grew hotter with every wild beat of my heart. Crackling energy flowed between us the longer we held each other’s gaze. I hadn’t realized my lips had parted in invitation until dark triumph flashed through his eyes like the last burst of light at sundown.
Slowly, so languid and slow, his mouth drifted away to brush along my cheekbone. The prickle of his bristled chin abrading my skin only made the ache of longing sweeter.
My lashes fluttered as I bit back a moan.
His voice was rich and resonant. “Soft as silk.” The words vibrating against my temple sent feverish desire skittering through my body, and my fingers tightened hard on the vanity edge. If I had his strength, I imagined I might have cracked the stone like he had done to the bookshelf earlier.
Holy Skalki…
When he pulled back, I stared into half-hooded eyes, smoldering with satisfaction at my body’s reaction.
I suddenly became aware that my lungs were scorching hot with constricted air.
The bastard noticed. “Breathe.”
My nostrils flared with a spike of anger before I exhaled, dragging in a quick breath.
But for the towel hanging around his neck, Graysen was naked. Hard. Every single glorious inch of him. And shamelessly standing before me, fully erect. I dared not look down, but I felt him. His rigid length pressed against my belly, and with everyobscene throb of his erection, my inner walls clenched in carnal reply. The sharpness of deprivation was torture, winding me tighter. My nipples stiffened, the cotton of my dress prickling their hardened tips like thorns. He hadn’t kissed me, nor touched me properly, and I was already coming apart, haunted by the bittersweet memory of his mouth. The echo of his tongue between my legs.
The corner of Graysen’s lips kicked up with a ruthless smile, as if he could read every truth, every dark and rapacious thought.
I spun around and my gaze collided with my reflection in the moisture-beaded glass. The white-blond hair framing cheeks flushed a sultry rose, my glistening pink lips parted on quickened breaths, the silver in my irises glittering with arousal.
Either I let him take control, as he was doing now, or I held his leash.
As long as he didn’t unleash that unearthly growl, I’d be fine.
But if I fell into thesway,it was safer to hide it behind want and desire than reveal the truth that something primal and base was slowly taking possession of my body, whispering sweet commands for me to obey.
It would be so easy to let go and drown in his body and take what I wanted.
Time was running out for me. So why not indulge myself in the meantime?
Silver met black in the mirror.
Graysen watched with guarded interest as I slowly leaned into him. His body was granite against my soft form. Granite that burned and had blood flowing beneath the golden-bronze skin. A heart, which I’d so callously taunted that he didn’t own, beat in his chest.
I tugged the towel from his neck and tossed it aside, then slid my hand up to the back of his neck, gently squeezing tense cords. “What do you want?”
He spread a hand across my midriff, pulling me closer. “You.” He didn’t let me break away from his gaze as he dipped his head to drag sharp teeth along my throat, watching me in the mirror the entire time. The words nipped at my flesh as he husked. “I wantyou,lovely, wicked Wychthorn. Always you.”
Purposely arching back, I ground against him. He groaned, as lashes squeezed shut and his cock flexed against my back.
“You’re a bastard.” But the words came out breathlessly.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” he gritted out, his fingers biting into my flesh.
