As if sensing the restlessness gathering inside me, he pushes his body into mine and covers my smaller frame.
His pelvis cradles my butt, his hard chest covers my back, and his fingers, those wicked fingers continue their assault on my channel. I sense him widen his stance, moving his legs apart as if to better hold up the weight of my body. The thick length of his shaft strains his pants and throbs against my butt. I am surrounded by this stranger, wallowing in his heat.
My head spins. My throat goes dry, and I want more. Much more.
A low growl rumbles up his chest. “You are so fucking responsive, like no female I’ve ever met before.”
His voice sweeps aside the fog in my mind. Reminding me once more that I need to leave before it’s too late.
I turn my head to tell him just that when he tilts his head and closes his lips over mine.
4
Dante
The skin around her eyes tightens. A moan bleeds out of her, and I swallow it down.
I slide my tongue inside her mouth and swipe it over her teeth. I’m ravenous for her. My stomach flutters. Hunger, that’s all it is. A need for her that I can slake. All I have to do is take her…mate her…never let her go.
Mate her?
The thought scrambles my brain, slams against my temples. Liquid heat strums my nerve endings, even as my thigh muscles spasm.
It can’t be. This utterly gorgeous, slip of a woman who barely comes to my chest, who has the most magnificent eyes that speak to me, and call to me… Cannot be my mate.
I can’t take a mate. Not now. Not when I am in the middle of the most important mission of my life.
She moans and flicks her tongue over mine, battling with it.
All my attention focuses right back on the origin of the most exquisite experience of my life. The taste of her like melted honey and crushed ginger sinks into my blood. My groin hardens and my cock strains at my pants. Whoever she is, I have to have her.
I move my arm to lay it across her chest, then bring her flush against me. The curve of her spine molds to the angles of my body. Her butt twitches and her shoulder blades dig into my chest.
I want to make sure she never forgets this encounter. I have to leave her… I cannot possibly let myself be involved with her, not now…not ever. If I do, I’ll never be able to complete the mission I started, all my best laid plans will go to dust, and I can’t have that, not when I am so close to my goal.
Her shoulders tremble. She bites down on my tongue. I feel it all the way to the tip of my cock. I slide a fourth finger into her channel, and her pussy clamps down on my digits. My groin tightens, and my chest hurts. If only a different part of me was embedded in her. That muscle, which is pulsating with need, which is fixating on her, which insists that she’s the one. The blood thuds at my temples.
All my nerve endings seem to catch fire. I hook my fingers inside her, and her entire body goes stiff.
She strains in my hold, rises on tiptoes, and her spine bows. Her breasts push up. Then a low cry bleeds out of her. Moisture streams from her pussy, drenching my fingers, pooling in my palm. She shatters in my arms.
The breath shudders in and out of me, my chest rises and falls, liquid lust grips me, and I tighten my hold on her. I am going to have to leave, but something in me insists I give her something to remember me by.
I yank my fingers from her then spin her limp body around to face me. Her head lolls, and her knees almost give away.
A part of me rejoices that it was me who brought her to that shattering edge. No one else will be able to do that. No one…should touch her… No, that doesn’t make sense. For I have to go. I have to get out of here.
Anger twists my gut. I need to make sure she’ll never forget me, that my touch, the feel of my fingers, the taste of me is imprinted in her.
I grip her waist and hoist her up on the edge of the sink.
Her body quivers. Her feet don’t even touch the floor.
“Look at me.” My voice is harsh, fiercer than I intended.
Her eyelids flutter.
“Now.” I infuse the same authority I use to address my team into my tone.
She raises those long eyelashes and trains that heart-stopping gaze of hers on me. Amber sparks in them. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips bitten. Her thick, auburn curls bunch around her shoulders. She looks like she’s been thoroughly fucked, and damn if I don’t want to complete what I’ve started.
“You’re leaving.” Her chin wobbles.
“I have to go.” I narrow my gaze on her, try to show that this little encounter hasn’t affected me as much as it has her.
She scissors her legs around my waist, then raises her head and nips at my chin.
Goosebumps flare on my skin. My dick throbs and pushes against that secret triangle at the apex of her legs. “Why did you do that?”
“You’re not the only one who gets to decide what you want out of this. You don’t get to write me off, not like that.”
“Oh?” I tilt my head.
There is a warm feeling in my chest that is growing by the second. My lips pull up in a smirk.
Goddamn, but this human has spirit. She’s stronger than I anticipated. More obstinate than I give her credit for. More…everything than I expected. She would be, because she is my mate…not. I shake my head to clear it.
She frowns, then throws her arms around my neck, knitting her fingers in my hair. Her fingernails rake across my scalp. Shivers of lust streak down my skin.
I raise my palms and cup her face.
Her gaze widens. The silver sparks in her eyes flare. A pool of awareness shimmers between us. It’s more intense than anything I have ever felt. There’s this visceral connection with this woman, something I hadn’t anticipated. It’s not just physical, it’s more and… I cannot do this, not now.
“I am sorry.” Swooping down I close my mouth over hers.
5
Gia
The taste of him flows into me. Like a deep, dark taste of cocoa, with the tang of cinnamon.
He seems to be pouring his essence inside me. As if he wants to imprint his taste on my lips, and he does. He doesn’t want me to forget him.
And that doesn’t make sense.
I’ve just met him, and he’s already stamped his touch all over me.
I find myself clinging to him, pulling him closer, making sure to thrust my breasts into his chest. Locking my ankles behind his waist, plowing my heels into his back, I yank him closer.
His hardness nudges my core. I raise my pelvis and press my pussy flush over his throbbing shaft.
A dense cloud of heat rolls off him and pours over me.
Sweat beads my forehead.
The planes of his chest shift, his muscles coil, I know he’s about to leave, and I want to stop him. Yet I know I am powerless to do so. I need to see him again…and I won’t.
If he goes, I’ll never see him again.
Something inside me snaps. I tear my lips from his so suddenly that my teeth graze his lower lip. Drops of blood pop up, and he licks them off.
He watches me with hooded eyes. The tendons of his throat move as he swallows. He wants to say something. I can sense it. And yet…he doesn’t move, doesn’t talk. He waits and watches me. Heat surges to my cheeks.