Sheba couldn’t quite put her finger on what Idan had done to her, but she didn’t recognize the person she was becoming around him.
There was this effortless gravity in the way he moved, a quiet pull that made her want to anchor her essence in his presence.
She took an inhale that shifted into a sudden, breath-stealing realization that she was falling for him, and falling hard.
It was a total paradox: he was the one causing her pulse to spiral, yet he was the only source of absolute stillness, her rock from which she drew strength.
His care of her, his protectiveness, was imbued with a sweetness that knocked her off her feet.
She attempted to fight the overwhelming emotion off, yet the fact was, she wanted him; yearning with a heart that wouldn’t stop beating triple time for him.
He shifted, rousing, moving to anchor his elbow beside her head.
His freakin’ sexy sleepy eyes lit on her, and his other hand moved through the dim light until his palm glided over the curve of her face.
Good morning,she murmured subvocally.
A good morning indeed, waking up to you.
His thumb traced the line of her jaw with a light stroke that sent pleasure arcing through her.
Her eyes fluttered shut, her pulse drumming against the friction of his calloused skin. When she forced her lids open, his gaze burned with a radiant, amber radiance.
He pursed his lips, a guttural ‘fokk’ vibrating in his chest just before he lowered his head and his mouth claimed hers.
The kiss was a collision of hunger and long-denied raw craving that obliterated the morning chill, sending a surge of molten heat through her veins.
It wasn’t gentle in the least; it was wild, bold, and demanding, the firmness of his mouth working over the softness of hers.
She arched her back, slid her grasp around his neck, sinking her fingers through his lustrous, thick locks, to pull him closer.
She flung a thigh over his as the embrace fermented into a fiery, rhythmic molding of lips and savage lashing of tongues.
They suddenly stopped, panting, mouths just touching, as their breaths mingled, the shock of their passion too much to handle.
With a growl, she surged into him again, demanding a second meld, her hands tangling in his hair to anchor herself against the sheer force of his proximity.
Every point of contact, the press of his chest, the grip of his hand on her jaw, the slide of his tongue over hers, so scorching it branded her as his.
Need, purefokkin’ desire, flooded her senses, a heavy, intoxicating tide that threatened to drown her.
Hit with the magnitude of their inferno, she tore away, knifing away from him.
A surge of panic ignited in her gut, her breathing a frantic staccato as she scrambled to find the edge of the bed.
She placed a hand over her nape, where her pulse thumped in an agitated rhythm.
She sank back into the furred pillows, face tilted away from him, as his unblinking, lust-powered focus tracked the rigid curve of her face and body.
The silence stretched, brittle and cold, as she stared through the window at the wild, storming snow obscuring the ridge.
I sense a sorrow in your heart, he murmured into her mind.A hesitancy to let the inevitable scorching happen between us.
The blizzard continued its assault on the glass, a white wall of chaos that mirrored her internal state.
‘It’s because I’m not sure,fokk, I’m scared because I’ve had so many relationships in my past fail,’ she shared, her voice a fractured whisper. ‘My ex-boyfriend twisted my concept of trust. I’ve endured cheating and the burn of betrayal. I’ve also been told I was too much, too fiery, too headstrong, and my spirit too fierce. I’ve been rejected for the crime of being myself until my heart became a fortress of caution. That’s my freakin’ reality.’
The bitterness in her soul laced her words, but he nodded, taking it in stride.
