Chapter 6
Tabitha saw the second Evan gave up the fight to protect her for her own good. His eyes shifted, and his shoulders went back. Smoothly, he lifted her and easily carried her to the bed. His strength gave her a slight pause. If he was this strong as a human, what would he be like immortal? Then he leaned over and kissed her, and she forgot all about reservations.
The cop could kiss.
He set her on her back, one knee next to her on the bed, his mouth working hers as if they had all the time in the world. His lips were firm, and he explored her, sliding his mouth away from hers and along her face, nipping where her jaw met her neck.
She shivered, her body lighting on fire.
Slowly, gently, he drew her blouse up along her ribcage with both hands, his fingertips caressing and teasing her rib cage. She reached for him, sliding her hands through his thick hair like she’d wanted to do for weeks. Then she tugged.
He paused, his palms warm against the sides of her breasts.
She smiled. “I don’t need slow, and I’m not breakable.”
His eyes burned the dark hue as dusk gave up the fight to night. “I’ll go as slow as I want, and baby, I won’t break you.” Then he pulled her shirt over her head and looked down, male satisfaction curving his lips. “God, you’re beautiful.”
She wish she’d worn her fancy bra instead of the comfortable cotton one, so she reached for the front clasp and released it. “I’m okay,” she murmured, having fun. She wasn’t exactly well endowed, but by the flaring of his eyes, he didn’t seem to mind.
He reached for her, palming both breasts, no longer holding back. Electricity zipped through her skin and right to her core, and she arched against him, surprised at the intensity. Then he leaned down and kissed her again, taking control in the smoothest of ways.
Everything felt so good.Hefelt so good against her. She dug her fingers into the still hard planes of his chest, sliding her palms down to dig into each rippling muscle in his abs, need rioting through her so fast she could barely breathe.
He released the button of her pants and slid them down her legs, standing by the bed as he did so. “We’re leaving the shoes on, baby.” Watching her, seeing more of her than she’d like, he shoved his jeans down, revealing what she’d suspected. The cop was built. Like very nicely built.
Need and want coursed through her, powerful in the demand. Vulnerability hinted inside her for a second.
He must’ve caught her look, because he slid both hands up her thighs and placed a kiss right above her belly button. “I won’t hurt you, Tabi. I promise.”
She couldn’t fool him. He was too important, and so was this. “I want to mate you. We’d be tied forever,” she whispered, not even sure what that meant. But at least he’d be alive.
He paused. “Mate?”
Oh, crap. The guy was too grounded in his own reality. “Yes. Please say yes.”
Confusion clouded through the desire in his expression. “Honey, I don’t have long, and mating doesn’t exist. Not like you said it.” He brushed her hair away from her face, his touch infinitely gentle. “I’m not sure what you’re caught up in, but I can help you.” He started to draw back.
“No.” She yanked him down and pushed his shoulder so he’d roll on his back. Levering with her knee, she slid atop him, straddling all of his smooth and strong body, her heels on the bed. “Don’t stop. Forget I said anything. I’m not in a cult, and you’re not taking advantage of me.” She told him all she could, and he’d said he would want to live forever. If this actually worked, and he was pissed, they’d have eternity to work it out. If they stayed together. Nobody said they had to stay together. Not really.
He reached up, cupping her face while his cock pulsed against her core, obviously straining to get in. The feeling was too much, and the ache inside her intensified. “You understand I can’t make any sort of claim here, right? I’m temporary, Tabitha.”
Claim? The guy sounded like a vampire for a minute. “What if you weren’t dying?” she whispered, unable to keep her body from rubbing against him. Pleasure burst through her with a promise of more. A lot more.
“Then I’d be inside you right now, making you say my name.” As if going on instinct, he slipped his head to the nape of her neck, twisting his fingers in her hair and taking control. He tugged her head to the side and then drew her down. “I’m done fighting us both. Tell me now if you want this.”
Oh, she wanted him. Whether she wanted what she was about to do, she wasn’t sure. “I want you. Inside me and now,” she said, going for honesty.
“Good enough.” He kissed her then, putting everything into it this time. Power, male, strength.
She moaned, her hands curling into his shoulders.
He rolled them again, blanketing her, broad and long. So much bigger than her. He reached down, one finger gently sliding inside her. “Oh, Tabi. You’re ready, baby.”
She gasped, throwing her head back. Yeah, she was wet and ready for him. Fast. Really fast. She scraped her nails down his flank, over his hip, and touched his length. Full and pulsing, hard and long, he was ready, too. She chuckled, the sound hoarse. “Right back at you.”
He chuckled, the sound pained. Then he licked along her jaw and headed between her breasts.
She grabbed his hair and pulled him back on. “I’m all for playing and foreplay, but I want you. Now.” Everything hurt—she ached way too much for him. “We can go slow and play later.”
