“Then yes, I’ll go.”
She considered calling him out on what his problem was with her, but found she had no desire to hash it out with him. She was too damn tired to fight, and his emotions were already wreaking havoc on hers. Being around Oliver had always been difficult.
“I’ll let him know. I think he said they’re heading out in an hour or so.”
Not surprisingly, Oliver said nothing more, so Penelope started toward the stairs, only to come face-to-face with Obsidian.
“Were you eavesdropping?” she teased.
The thin line of his lips reflected his concern as he watched her.
“It’s fine,” she told him, knowing he could read her mind if he wanted. “Oliver’s just being Oliver. Hopefully we’ll get this all taken care of soon enough and he can go home.”
That was the first time she hadn’t included herself in that statement.
For the past several days, she’d gone so far as to plan what she would do when she got back home, back to her regular scheduled life. It had taken effort to think about being away from Obsidian, but she’d figured that was going to be inevitable. Her home was in Vegas.
But it was then that she realized she was already home. Wherever Obsidian was, regardless of what issues stood between them, she was home as long as she was with him.
When she met Obsidian’s gaze, his expression changed. Softened.
“You’re reading my thoughts,” she whispered.
The next thing she knew, Penelope crashed into the enormous man who smelled like sin in a bottle. When he gripped her shoulders, holding her firmly, she swallowed the sigh, fisting the front of his T-shirt, not caring that she was wrinkling it.
He stared down at her, those silver eyes fierce with the hunger that echoed inside her. It made no sense, this overwhelming desire, even if Obsidian could explain it away with a story aboutamnigh. This was more than a mere physical desire. It was deeper than a chemical release in the brain. No man had ever made her feel like this, and surprisingly, she didn’t want to dissect it. She simply wanted Obsidian to love her, from now until the end of time.
“You are home,” he whispered harshly. “With me. That’s home,ayreme.”
“I know.”
“Then stop thinking about leaving me.” There was a hint of pain in his tone. “I need you.”
She knew that, too, because she needed him the same way.
“I love you, Obsidian.” She was panting, gripping his shirt in her fists, trying to get closer, although it was impossible. “So much, it scares me.”
“Don’t fight it,” he whispered.
“I’m not. I can’t.” She gripped his shirt tighter. “I just want to be with you. Every second, every day. It’s all happening so fast, but … I want this. I don’t know why.”
“I do,” he said softly, his voice a rough grind against her senses.
Penelope knew he was going to kiss her before it happened. She welcomed it, ached for it. When his mouth settled on hers, all thought fled. The only thing she could focus on was the way his tongue slid past her lips, danced against hers.
It started slow. An exquisite melding of mouths, languid, steady.
Obsidian growled low in his throat, and it spurred the need, driving her lust to a flash point.
The ascent into nuclear wasn’t gradual, they simply soared. He growled again, gripped her hair, winding it around his big fist. It was such a forceful thing to do, so brutally assertive, commanding, she found her knees weakening. Obsidian didn’t hurt, he controlled, commanded, holding her head still as he plundered her mouth. She moaned, gripping his shoulders, the needy ache between her legs intensifying.
As many times as they’d come together over the past couple of weeks, something felt different about this.
“Obsidian, please…” She found his neck with her mouth, desperate to taste more of him, to urge him to keep going. She was blinded by her craving for him, incapable of thinking beyond how good he felt against her, how she wanted to feel him inside her. It was as though she’d known this man her entire life. Her body created specifically for his. Two magnets. North and south poles attracting, the magnetic force inevitable. They would be together.
Obsidian jerked her head back, their mouths separating, his lips hovering over hers. Penelope stared up into those molten silver eyes and willed him to see everything she felt, everything she craved, to find a way to satisfy it.
He growled again, almost a plea, but she was at a loss.
