Embry flopped onto his back, turning his wry grin to the crescent moon. “I thought about what I’d do when I saw you again the whole time you were gone. Didn’t factor talking about yourmotherinto the equation.”
I missed his face being so close to mine. His sweet fucking scent. It was the only explanation I had for looming over him and dropping lower, reclaiming that shared orbit. “Maybe I shoulda left your bocadillo in the fridge for someone else.”
“Maybe you should have.”
“Ishouldask you how your hospital shit went.”
“Saint didn’t tell you?”
I shook my head. “Just called and told me to speak.”
“He’s a wise man.”
“Yup. You’re okay, though... right?” I searched his face for anything that wasn’t the half-lidded haze of weed smoke. Found nothing but the amusement that made his eyes fucking shine.
“I’m good,” he said. “They pressed my belly so hard I wanted to die for a while, but everything else was fine. Got an iron injection to liven me up.”
“Did it work?”
“Think so.”
A pause stretched out.
Six thudding beats of my overwrought heart.
Then something wicked and reckless inside me broke free.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, just once, light and sweet, before I pulled away without giving him the chance to make me.
Or... you know.
Kiss me back.
I forced words out of my windpipe, picking up where we’d left off. “That’s good. Not too lively, though, aye? You’re already a fucking menace on that Tiger.”
Embry made a low sound. A growl. A rumble. It happened too fast for me to catch. Then he surged upright and toppled me backward, pinning me with his slighter build, eyes fuckingblazing. “Don’t do that. Don’t kiss me like I’m your goddamn grandmother.”
He gripped my chin and claimed my mouth, savage and dirty, like fire had been injected in his veins in the split second it had taken him to throw me down and slay me with his lips, his teeth, and his tongue.
With his fingers digging into my jaw.
He tasted of mint.
He smelt of lemon and herbal smoke.
He felt like home, and desire coursed through me, searing my nerves, sending my blood sluicing round my body so fast it was a rush I couldn’t handle. A rush I lived for, cos I was an adrenaline junkiefor him.
I tugged Embry over me, dragging us together, his chest to mine, all the while my heart screamed a warning to my kiss-drunk brain:slow this down.
No.
I couldn’t.
I didn’t have the fucking strength. How could I when I craved him so bad? Craved his skin against mine, his body grinding my hard length.
The tightness in my jeans woke me up. The sharp pain of the zip against my cock, andshit,he was hard too.
I felt it as he rolled his hips, legs straddling my waist, and a deep groan escaped me. “Fuck.” I pulled back, panting. “Fuck.”
