Danny pressed the full weight of his body against me, the twinkling light in his eyes luminous. I never knew the dull forty-watt bulb could provide such an incredible backdrop for a man’s soulful eyes. They penetrated mine, his long eyelashes framing his chiseled face perfectly.
I didn’t fight him when he yanked one arm over my head then the other, the handsome man grinning the entire time. When he lowered his head, he made me wait. He’d pushed almost everyenvelope with me, turning into perhaps the most possessive man I’d ever met.
When his lips were hovering over mine by a few centimeters, butterflies formed in my stomach. I was thrown with the crazed intensity of my attraction to him. I jutted my neck forward, able to brush my lips across his.
Still, he held onto some sense of control for a few additional seconds until it became painfully obvious we couldn’t control ourselves. The kiss was even more explosive than before and the one at the rink had blown my mind.
His tongue slipped past my lips, dominating mine as he swept it back and forth. Where I had never let anyone take the lead before, I was happy to see how he was going to handle the wild intimacy.
Not with kid gloves.
He had a uniquely manly scent, pine and saddle leather with a hint of vanilla. He was so masculine, every inch of him utter perfection. I’d never seen a man so perfectly proportioned.
The kiss was fiery, every ragged moan matching his deep growls. He tasted of whiskey and sin, an incredible combination that I wouldn’t soon forget.
Still lightheaded, our bodies hummed together as if stoked from a shot of current coming from a bolt of lightning.
He was all over me, but I was doing the exact same, wiggling in his hold trying to free my hands. The man was so strong, keeping my hands locked down. I grew frustrated, but there was no controlling him.
When he finally pulled away, he cupped my chin with his other hand, peering down at me as if memorizing my features. With his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring, he appeared as a wild beast instead of a man.
And I’d be damned if that didn’t attract me even more.
Maybe that’s why I wrapped one leg around his, using my strong thigh muscle to drag his body closer to mine.
“See something you want, fairy princess?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Be careful. I might not be good for you.”
“Don’t worry. I know I’m not good for you.”
He cocked his head before letting go of my hands. “A girl after my own black heart.”
We ripped at each other’s clothes, half laughing with me moaning and Danny growling as we tore off one piece after another. I ripped his shirt in two places, but he certainly didn’t act as if he cared.
When we were free of all hindrances, he took a step away, once again shaking his head, but this time ever so slowly. As if he’d just been given a prize. When he whistled, another set of vibrations clawed their way deep within my core.
My arousal was driving me crazy, so much so I couldn’t take it any longer.
He sensed my condition and this time when he pulled away, the look in his eyes had changed dramatically.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, forced to take gasping breaths, even blinking several times to fully appreciate the hunk of a man I was staring at in front of me. He wasn’t just built with muscles to spare; he was sculpted from the gods. With every movement, the muscles in his forearms corded, the veins in his neck pulsing under his tanned skin.
The man screamed of power in every way, including his barrel chest giving way to a deep, penetrating V sliding into thick thighs and a long torso.
And the longest, thickest cock I’d ever laid my eyes on.
Forget about my mouth watering. I was worried I was drooling, fascinated by my body’s reaction to him. I was frozen stiff for a moment.
The ink I’d caught a glimpse of was even more beautiful, art that ran up the length of his arm, curling over his shoulder with vines creeping up one side of his neck. In the middle was a stunning bird, almost like a phoenix. The character suited him perfectly, warrior-like in every aspect.
Then he dared touch me with the rough pads of his fingers. I was pulled into a beautiful moment of peace, but the concept was short lived when, using a single finger, he rolled the tip down the side of my neck. All the way he continued to shake his head. Was the man in disbelief we were standing here together in the middle of my dimly lit tiny foyer?
Likely so. It was ridiculous to think we might have sex in the cramped space, yet I didn’t want to move. I refused to break the hypnotic connection.
With his nostrils still flared, he rolled the finger between my breasts, the cords in his neck more pronounced than before.When he brushed it around my nipple, I found myself holding my breath. He was enjoying himself, taking his time when I was about ready to jump his bones.
