She pulls a warm shawl further over her shoulders, while her eyes linger on my flabbergasted face before slowly trailing down my abs, like she’s taking it all in and then some … until she reaches my obviously tented pants.
There’s absolutely zero chance in hell I’ll be able to will that thing down now that she’s here.
Fuck.
I tilt my head. “Are you snooping around again?”
“You said I could roam the house freely,” she retorts, raising a brow in defiance. “Did you just … call out my name?” she murmurs, biting her lip.
My mouth twitches into a lopsided grin. “You heard me.”
“Of course, I did. I could hear your noises all the way down the hall.”
I place a hand on the doorpost. “What kind of noises?”
A strong blush creeps onto her cheeks so easily it becomes undeniable, no matter how much she tries to hide it behind her hair. “Grumbling … moans. Anyway, it sounded like you were in pain.”
“Mm-hmm … A great pain indeed.” A low rumbling sound emanates from my throat.
Her brows furrow. “What kind of pain?”
My eyes scatter down to her tits and back up again. “Visceral.”
She swallows, licking her lips.
“I’m impressed, though. You came to my room because you wanted to see if I was hurt and needed help?”
She sucks in a breath without letting it go, and it brings a smile to my face. “But you … aren’t actually in any pain, right?”
Maybe I’m not the only one affected by whatever this is brewing between us.
“My pain is of a different kind,” I reply. “Is there anything you need from me, Tesoro?”
She shakes her head.
“Then if you’ll excuse me …”
I sigh and turn around again, trying to close the door, but then she puts her foot out and grabs hold of my arm, forcing me to turn around.
The desperate look on her face absolutely crushes me right now. But I can’t. I simply can’t. “Don’t.”
I free myself of her grip and turn around. When the door closes, my eyes shut, and I breathe out a sigh of relief… Until there’s sudden shuffling in my room.
“Kiss me.”
Fuck.
Am I that easy? That needy? Yes … yes, I am.
I immediately turn around, march to her, grab her face with both hands, and smash my lips onto hers, unleashing allof my pent-up desire for her in this one kiss. Pure, unadulterated lust courses through my veins, my thoughts spiraling out of control as I claim her mouth like it’s always belonged to me.
She doesn’t fight back.
She should. I’m a monster. I’m not right for her. But I can’t fucking stop either.
Not once do I pause to take a breath as I ravage her lips, deepening the kiss until there’s no way back. My tongue licks the seam of her mouth, probing, pushing her to open her lips until I can force my way inside and lick the roof of her mouth.
Still, she doesn’t push me away.
