Fisting her hair I tilt her head back, letting myself see what I’ve been trying so hard to ignore.
Need. The dangerous kind.
More explosive than a shape charge.
"Please," she whispers lifting up on her toes and I fold her back over my arm, biting the corner of her jaw before drawing my lips across the unbruised side of her face, dragging her scent in with desperate inhales.
"You’re ruining my control," I rasp against her mouth, tugging her lower lip between mine. God damn, she’s sweet. So fucking tempting.
When she whimpers, it unleashes the beast in me.
I take what I’ve been dying for all night.
Flexing my fingers in her hair, I get my first taste of Jade. A big, greedy, deep exploration of new lands. My tongue is rough against hers, taking her trembling moan down my throat.
The way we twist and slide our tongues together is feral.
Dammit. Some part of me knew this would happen.
Ignored the warning bells.
"I’m crossing every line," I grind out between ragged breaths. "But I can’t keep my hands off you."
"I know," she replies and kisses me again. Gone is the shy, hesitant woman I pulled out of that store.
She’s pulling my hair, taking as much as I am. We’re one degree from biting each other as I draw her higher against my body, my cock turning into a battering ram against her stomach.
Too far, Ryker.
Only I can’t stop. Not when her arms are around my neck and she’s clinging to me like she can’t get close enough.
"Ouch!"
I freeze, my blood solidifying.Oh fuck.I come back to earth and realize I’m gripping her face. Hurting the bruised skin.
"God, baby," I choke out, my heart ripping down the middle. "I’m so sorry."
"It’s okay, you didn’t mean to."
She’s still trembling, breathing in little fast bursts. She searches my face, the uncertainty returning behind those pretty eyes. A tear slides down her cheek.
It’s worse than a knife between the ribs.
"Ah god, Jade. Tell me I didn’t hurt you."
Color still darkening her cheeks, she drops her eyes. "No. It’s okay. I mean it was a little painful, but it’s nothing."
When I catch that tear, she shivers under my touch and I wish I could rewind. Walk into the room again, start all over.
"So...um," she murmurs as she slips from my arms, pushing both hands into her hair. "Are you off duty for the night?"
I nod, barely able to move a muscle.
"Camile said we could all fix dinner together."
"Sure."
How long will it take me to bleed out?
