Page 112 of Toxic Kiss

Her towel almost falls off, and that is all it takes for me to be fully hard all over again.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”

I shrug, casually. “Waiting for you.”

Growling under her breath, she tries to walk past me, but I stick out my arm, stopping her. With a quick twist, I pull her against me, then push her up against the wall. Her ass presses into my cock, and every muscle contracts.

“Cy…what are you doing,” Haven asks, voice shaking.

“I’m trying to be a decent guy around you, Butterfly. But you make it impossible,” I whisper in her ear.

She wiggles, trying to free herself, but all it does is turn me on even more.

“Fuck you make me so hard. I’m barely holding it together.”

Haven stops trying to free herself and shoots me a glare over her shoulder. My hands have a mind of their own and slide under the towel. Her skin is incredibly soft as I explore her stomach and then down to her hip.

“Cy…”

“That’s it, Butterfly, say my fucking name like a good girl.”

“You have to stop.”

“You don’t mean that. The tremor in your voice and how your ass is pushing into my cock, tells another story.” She is panting hard but refuses to let go. “I want you.”

“Yes, until you have me, and then you’ll move on.”

A growl rips from my chest as I turn her to face me and glare down into her eyes.

“No. I keep telling you that it’s not like that.”

“And I keep telling you that I don’t believe you.”

I’m close enough that our noses softly touch.

“You know that I haven’t been with anyone since you arrived. You’re the only one I want. The only one I’ve ever loved.”

Before I can contemplate if this is a good idea, my mouth crashes down on hers. She whimpers and tenses. I lick at her lower lip, and they part slightly. That’s all I need. I kiss her harder, devouring her as if she is my last meal. Haven finally gives in and opens for me. Excitement washes over me.

My tongue invades her mouth, and for the first time in five years, I taste what I’ve been craving. It’s better than even my memory can muster. Once more, I have her pushed up against the wall, my hands splayed on either side of her head.

I force myself to stop, or I’m going to throw her on the bed and fuck her, but she’s not there yet.

Panting, I rest my forehead on hers and lose myself in the dark look she’s giving me.

She sways a little when I release her. Fuck I don’t feel human. It’s like an out-of-body experience as I watch her step away from the wall. She keeps her eyes on me, and it takes all my willpower not to move.

Haven snatches the underwear I used off the bed and pulls them on without looking away. She is so distracted and noticeably trembling that my gift in her underwear goes unnoticed.

“Is this what you wanted to talk about,” she asks, and then looks down as she pulls her jeans into place.

I take a step toward her and her eyes dart up to mine. “Yes. Sort of. We need to finish our discussion about us,” I quickly say, distracting her.

As she pulls the zipper up, I almost make a mess in my jeans at the thought of her wearing the come-soaked underwear for the rest of the day. I run my bottom lip through my teeth.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she orders, managing to pull a tank top on without giving me a show. Disappointing, but I’ll survive as long as she keeps those panties on, marking herself with me.

“Like what?”