Jayden snorted as he lowered his head, his lips hovering mere inches from her mouth as he regarded her with an intensity that was almost scary. “And I tend to remember telling you a few love bites weren’t a problem for me…and I meant it.”
Selena started to say something witty about Jayden’s promise to bite her back, but his mouth came down on hers, making talking impossible. That was okay. Communicating like this was much more fun.
She wrapped her hand behind his neck, pulling him down and deepening the kiss, her tongue teasing his as he made those sexy growling sounds she loved so much. Damn, those animalistic noises were going right through her, making her want to do all kinds of crazy things to his hunky, muscular body. It was almost jarring when she realized biting was just one of the tamer ideas rolling around in her head.
She let her free hand roam over Jayden’s body, moving from his chest down past those heavenly abs, stopping when it reached the bulge in his jeans. She rubbed her hand up and down the hard shape under the material, her mind filling in all kinds of details of what she was going to find once she had him naked. She smiled when he groaned to let her know what she was doing felt good. The sounds of his enjoyment were making one very particular place between her legs suddenly beg for attention.
Selena was getting into the mental image of where this was going, almost hyperventilating at the excitement filling her. She was so hot that her fingertips and gums were aching, even though it made no sense at all. She ignored all that, forcing herself to focus as she brought her hands to the buckle on his belt, ready to take this further.
Jayden pulled back, breaking the kiss so quickly, she almost fell over.
“What?” she asked, partly in confusion, partly in anger.
He smiled, his eyes bright. Like he knew exactly how ragged her control already was and exactly what he was doing to her. “I just realized I never gave you that fifty-cent tour I promised.”
Selena’s mouth fell open then. She was so stunned that words became impossible. Hell, thought was nearly beyond her, too. She had no desire for a guided tour of Jayden’s place at that point.
But before she could tell him that, he grabbed her hand and tugged her out of the kitchen toward the living room area.
“Sixty-five-inch 4K HD,” he said, motioning toward the TV mounted on the wall. “It’s amazingly clear, and the sound system that comes with it is awesome, but I think the best part of the living room is the sectional.” He glanced at her. “I really like how cushy it is, especially along the top. And the height is perfect.”
Selena didn’t have a clue what Jayden was talking about until he placed a big hand on either side of her waist and picked her up, setting her butt on the back of the couch. He perched her there on the cushy material, and she had no choice but to balance herself as he spread her thighs apart and stepped between them.
That’s when she finally understood what Jayden had been babbling about. The back of the sectional really was comfy, and when he wiggled himself forward a little more, making her legs spread obscenely wide and her dress hike up to her waist, it brought his denim-covered hard-on right into contact with her panty-covered pussy. She realized then how perfect sex on the back of this couch would be…and why Jayden had taken the opportunity to lead her over here.
She was still thinking of the possibilities when Jayden slipped a hand into her long hair and tipped her head back, tilting her mouth up for his kiss. But within seconds, those magical lips of his trailed downward, tracing a line of searing fire along her jaw, then her neck. This time, she was the one growling, especially when she felt his teeth nipping at her jugular. It was light enough not to do any damage but hard enough to definitely feel.
The whole time he did it, all Selena could do was moan and wonder what it would be like if he bit down a little harder. Where the hell had that come from?
After the teasing went on long enough for her to think it might actually be possible to have an orgasm from Jayden nibbling on her neck, Selena somehow found the strength to shove him away long enough to grab the front of his shirt. The next thing she knew, material was ripping and buttons were flying everywhere. She was so surprised at what she’d done, she stopped and stared. She’d intended to open a few buttons so she could get her hands on some bare skin. Instead, she’d damn near ripped his shirt in half.
Jayden didn’t seem to care. He grabbed the tattered remains of the button-down and yanked it off. He reached for her again, but she placed her hands on the big muscles of his chest, holding him at a distance so she could appreciate all that manliness. This was her first chance to see what he’d been hiding underneath that shirt, and she wasn’t going to waste it.
“Not so fast,” she ordered. “I want to look at you.”
He obeyed her command, standing there while she got her fill.
The muscles of his chest, traps, and shoulders were thick and powerful. His lean abs rippled and flexed with every breath he took, and it required every bit of her control not to lean forward and lick them. He was absolute perfection. As in the kind of perfection that needed to be captured forever in a marble statute somewhere. Because he had the body of a Greek hero. Hell, maybe even one of their gods.
As she continued to drink him in, the first thing she noticed was the tattoo on the left side of his chest. It was difficult to miss the wolf head with the wordS.W.A.T.underneath, imprinted forever right over his heart. She remembered him using the wordpackearlier, and she almost asked if this was why he’d said it.
But then something else caught her attention…several somethings in fact. Lines and marks that marred the otherwise perfect shape of her dark-skinned Adonis. The most obvious was a long thin line of lighter skin along the right side of his abs, stretching horizontally from his belly button and disappearing around his back. She traced a finger over the line, feeling a raised edge and realizing it was an old scar from what must have been a significant injury. It looked like someone had tried to cut him in half side to side.
“It was a big knife,” he said softly. “A long time ago.”
Selena continued running one fingertip along the raised line, not stopping even when her hand slipped around his side and kept going until it reached his spine in the back. She looked up at him, shock in her eyes.
“It was a really big knife,” he added.
She nodded, taking her hand away from the scar as she spotted another—a shorter slash mark up near his left shoulder. She glided a finger over that mark too, the base of her fingernail tingling like mad at the curious but sensual movement.
“Box cutter,” he murmured.
She touched her finger to another scar, this one an inch or so above the one left behind from the big knife he mentioned. Almost perfectly round, it looked as recent as the scar on his bicep that had come from a bullet.
She leaned close, exploring further, finding scar after scar hidden on the exquisite dark skin. Shotgun pellets, more bullets, barbed wire, even a shovel. Jayden had seen a tremendous amount of violence in his life, and it had left its mark on him.
But rather than disturb her, the scars only reminded her that Jayden was a tough man who stood up for what he believed in. He also seemed to be somewhat indestructible. For whatever reason, that made her find the marks rather sexy. She didn’t realize how much until she found herself tracing her lips and tongue along a faint line near the wolf head tattoo on his chest, one that had been made with broken glass.
