He turned around.
She gasped and stepped back. A dark bruise rose over a lump on his temple, a few new bruises marred his right arm, and a bandage was wrapped around his other arm above the elbow. “What happened to you?”
“You don’t want to know.” His gaze raked her, glittering with angry lust. “This isn’t a good idea. Trust me.”
That was just it. She did trust him. “I do,” she said, moving forward to slide her hands up the hard planes of his chest. “What happened to you?”
“I don’t want to talk about it tonight.” His look at her aching breasts aroused an almost physical burn. “I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, but I’m all talked out tonight.” Reaching forward, he tangled one of his hands in her hair. “You’re so pretty, Nari.”
Angus was freaking beautiful in a way she’d never be able to define. The wounded passion in his eyes called to her more strongly than any siren ever could. She leaned in and kissed his chest, right between his pecs.
He inhaled sharply, the hand in her hair twisting and pulling back her head. The erotic pain shot from her head down her torso to zing around and land hard in her abdomen. He pulled more, and she dug her nails into his pecs to keep her balance.
Then he kissed her. Powerful, intense, and desperately hard. Electricity coursed the length of her body, tingling to her toes. The scorching kiss stole her breath, and his body pressing against hers destroyed her mind. He slid his tongue inside her mouth, exploring her, devastating her with his fully unleashed demand.
And a demand it was. Angus Force wasn’t holding anything back this time. He was all male, all demanding, all hers.
He grasped one of her hips and lifted her against the wall, stepping between her legs while kissing her the entire time. She shuddered, held aloft, and pressed her thighs against his hips. He was so intelligent and driven that sometimes she forgot the sheer strength in the man.
She held on and returned his kiss, tasting whiskey and mint. He’d been drinking, too? Questions tried to filter into her mind, but then he pressed between her legs and she was lost. Slowly, he penetrated her, his mouth working hers the entire time.
He didn’t relent.
An inch at a time, he impaled her against the wall. It was the most erotic feeling she’d ever experienced. The stone was chilly against her back, and Angus was hotter than sin against her front. She shivered from the delicious contradiction. “Angus,” she whispered against his mouth.
For an answer he released her lips and clamped his hand on her hips, holding her in place. Then he pulled out and pushed back in, a lock of his wet hair falling onto his bruised temple. In the steamy light, bruised and battered, he looked like a conqueror of days gone by. Strong and wounded. His green eyes burned her with an intensity she’d never forget.
In that moment he was everything.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
She felt like heaven around him. After a truly shitty day Angus was more than ready to lose himself in Nari. She leaned forward and bit his neck, urging him faster. He held her hips tight, pulling her into him, powering inside her in an attempt to stay there forever.
Her heat gripped him and he groaned. God, she was tight and slick, as if she wanted him as much as he wanted her, which was fucking impossible.
Her head was back on the dark stone, with her silky hair trailing down and framing her lovely face. Her pink lips were slightly open and her cheeks flushed a dusky rose. If there was perfection in this crappy world, it was Nari Zhang. She was taking all of him, her eyes darker than a midnight sky, but full of stars.
“Angus,” she whispered, his name so sweet on her lips.
Something split wide inside him, opening him in a way he didn’t want. To her. Only to her. But it was too late to stop. Electricity burned down his spine, sparking his balls.
He thrust harder, letting her drop down against him so he could strike her clit.
She cried out and arched against him, her nails scoring his chest. Her eyelids closed and her thighs clamped on to his hips with the force of her climax. Waves rippled along his cock inside her and he thrust harder, panting with his need to reach the finish line.
She sighed and he let himself go, pinning her to the wall as his body shuddered with his own release. He gasped for air, careful to keep from dropping her.
He leaned back. “Are you okay?”
Her smile was sweet and more than a little satisfied, although her eyes stayed closed. “Yes. ’Night.”
He smiled. For the first time that entire horrendous day, he smiled. “Nari? You can’t go to sleep in the shower, sweetheart.”
“Tired.” Her eyelids slowly opened, looking heavy. “Just a little nap?” Her smile was cute. Just plain and simply cute.
“No.” He set her down gently and then turned her beneath the still-warm spray. “Here. I’ll wash your hair.” He’d wanted to run his hands through her hair for months, and no doubt Jethro had good shampoo. So Angus took care of her.
From head to toe he cleaned her, paying special attention to his favorite spots. In no time at all he was aroused again, and she was moaning at his touch. He took her again and then started over with the shower. By the time they had finished, the water had finally cooled.
