Page 62 of Spock’s Snare

There’s nothing hesitant about him now.

His lips devour mine with a hunger that steals the air from my lungs. I open beneath him, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming every breath, every thought, every ounce of restraint I still possess.

My hands slide over his bare back. Hard muscle flexes beneath my palms as I explore the powerful lines of his body, desperate to get closer even though I’m already pressed so tightly against him that I can feel the frantic beat of his heart matching mine.

One of his hands fists in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me while he angles my head and deepens the kiss. His other arm bands around my waist like steel, keeping me anchored to him.

I’ve never been kissed like this. I feel as if he’s sucking all the oxygen out of my lungs. As if he’s spent too long holding himself back and that one gentle touch of my lips has shattered the last of his control.

A needy sound slips from my throat. Spock swallows it, his grip tightening as he kisses me even more thoroughly. Heat pours through me, pooling low in my stomach until my knees threaten to buckle.

His hand leaves my waist and slides lower. Both palms close around my ass, and before I realize what he intends, he lifts me effortlessly from the floor.

I gasp against his mouth and wrap my legs around his waist on instinct. My arms circle his shoulders as he carries me across the room without breaking the kiss. The strength in his body makes me feel weightless, protected—and completely at his mercy.

He carries me to the bed and gently lowers me to the mattress, his mouth only leaving mine when he rises to look down on me.

Cool air brushes my swollen lips as I struggle to catch my breath.

Spock braces his hands on either side of me and looms over me, his muscular frame blocking out everything else. His eyes burn as they travel across my face, and the naked hunger in them sends another wave of heat through me.

For one suspended moment, neither of us moves.

I stare up at him, my pulse racing, knowing I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him now. So, I’m going to give myself to him.

I plant my palm against his shoulder and shift my hips. “Roll over.”

His eyebrows lift, a flash of surprise crossing his face before a wicked smile curves his lips. He lets me guide him onto his back, and I follow the movement until I’m straddling his waist.

His hands settle on my hips, but he doesn’t pull me down or urge me forward. He simply watches me, his chest rising and falling beneath me.

I lean over him until my hair brushes his bare skin. “Stay.”

His smile deepens. “Wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

I slide off him and stand beside the bed between his legs. His gaze follows me, so intense I feel it like a physical touch. Turning my back would be easier, but I don’t. I face him as I reach behind me and find the zipper of my dress.

Our eyes remain locked while I slowly draw it down.

The soft rasp of the zipper sounds impossibly loud in the quiet room. Cool air slips over my exposed skin, raising goosebumps that have nothing to do with the room’s temperature.

Spock’s expression hardens with need, but he remains where I left him.

I ease the dress from my shoulders. The royal-blue fabric glides down my body before pooling around my feet like a puddle. I step free of it, resisting the instinct to cover myself as his hot gaze travels over me.

“Chloe,” he growls.

My name sounds like both a warning and a prayer.

I kneel between his boots. Placing one hand around his ankle, I tug the first boot free, then remove the other and set them aside. My fingers trail upward, skimming the hard muscles of his legs until I reach his waistband.

His entire body goes taut.

Still holding his gaze, I snag the tab of his zipper and slowly pull it down.

The sight of his cock bursting free from the denim confines has me licking my lips. He’s long and thick, a true masterpiece. He lifts his hips so I can pull his pants off. His cock sways with the motion. My core clenches with need as I imagine how it will feel moving inside me.

I’m so focused on his cock, that I don’t realize he’s moving until he lifts and positions my core over his mouth. My panties are still on until suddenly they’re not. The sound of silk ripping startles a squeak of protest out of me.