gut, too, and his thighs, and his swelling cock.
“A horde of Asmodai could attack tomorrow,” Creed countered. “Don’t wait. Come here. Now.”
He held her gaze, wouldn’t look away, wouldn’t temper the raw desire he knew had to be showing on his face. More than that, he wouldn’t turn loose the almost tangible rope of attraction connecting them. In his mind, he yanked on that rope, harder and harder.
Come here…
Come here…
With the sexiest little sigh, Riana stepped toward him.
9
Riana had time to think, What in the name of the Goddess am I doing?
She couldn’t form a coherent thought after that, because she was kissing Creed again. Their lips met with a hungry force, and she tasted the lingering, burning spice on his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. She let him in without hesitating, answered his tongue with her own, felt her breath leave in a rush as she gave herself fully, totally, to the fire of the kiss.
Did he growl?
Did she?
He forced his arms through the bars separating them, grabbed the lapels of her lab coat, and pulled her closer, closer, until the cold bite of the lead on her cheeks and shoulders seemed to give way to the heat of his hard, muscled flesh. Only the thin fabric of her blouse and silk chemise separated her nipples from his bare chest. And that blanket shielding his body from hers, it was gone. She felt it brush her ankle as it fell to the floor.
In the next second, she was reaching through the bars, too. Her hands found the thick, corded muscles in his back and she couldn’t help digging her fingers in, deeper, deeper. Then her hands slid down to his firm, hard ass.
This time, she was sure he growled. He kissed her harder, crushing his mouth into hers. She gasped for breath, but couldn’t stop, couldn’t let him go. He thrust forward, and she felt the steel of his erection against her belly. God, but she wanted to take his cock in her hands, her mouth. She wanted him deep inside her. She wanted him to burst out of those bars, tear off her clothes, throw her down on one of the counters, and drive into her until she screamed.
Creed had his arms around her now, as best he could manage with the bars. Delicious. The man tasted delicious. That spice, and salt, and something so utterly fresh and powerful and male. And he felt even better. She squeezed the flexed muscles in his ass.
He broke off the kiss and stared into her eyes with such intensity she answered with a little moan. Damn, she wanted him. Her whole body tingled. Her nipples ached, and she knew she was wet. She didn’t lose control of herself like this, not for any man—especially a man she had only known for a handful of hours. But she was losing control over Creed Lowell. She wanted to see those black eyes burn for her, and never stop. She wanted him to kiss her again, and again, and again.
As if she had shouted her thoughts for him to hear, he did kiss her again. Just as passionately. Just as deep. She lost herself in the firm but yielding pleasure of his lips and tongue. So demanding. So insistent.
Then he seized her ass, squeezed once, and lifted her straight off the ground.
Riana let go of Creed’s ass and grabbed the cell bars out of reflex. She tried to move back from the kiss, but he had her bottom lip in his teeth again. Her eyes flew open to see his, see that mocking, teasing, dancing light flickering in the endless black depths. Urgent, yet patient. He wasn’t desperate the way he had been when he kissed her to stop her from taking his ring.
Those eyes said, I know you could get away from me if you wanted to, but you don’t want to. I’ll take you right now, right through these bars…and you’ll let me.
Her eyelids fluttered, then closed.
She could escape. She was more than trained in escaping any hold, in any situation.
But she didn’t want to.
Not even close.
She was lost again, letting him kiss her. Letting him take her just like he wanted, Goddess help
“A horde of Asmodai could attack tomorrow,” Creed countered. “Don’t wait. Come here. Now.”
He held her gaze, wouldn’t look away, wouldn’t temper the raw desire he knew had to be showing on his face. More than that, he wouldn’t turn loose the almost tangible rope of attraction connecting them. In his mind, he yanked on that rope, harder and harder.
Come here…
Come here…
With the sexiest little sigh, Riana stepped toward him.
9
Riana had time to think, What in the name of the Goddess am I doing?
She couldn’t form a coherent thought after that, because she was kissing Creed again. Their lips met with a hungry force, and she tasted the lingering, burning spice on his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. She let him in without hesitating, answered his tongue with her own, felt her breath leave in a rush as she gave herself fully, totally, to the fire of the kiss.
Did he growl?
Did she?
He forced his arms through the bars separating them, grabbed the lapels of her lab coat, and pulled her closer, closer, until the cold bite of the lead on her cheeks and shoulders seemed to give way to the heat of his hard, muscled flesh. Only the thin fabric of her blouse and silk chemise separated her nipples from his bare chest. And that blanket shielding his body from hers, it was gone. She felt it brush her ankle as it fell to the floor.
In the next second, she was reaching through the bars, too. Her hands found the thick, corded muscles in his back and she couldn’t help digging her fingers in, deeper, deeper. Then her hands slid down to his firm, hard ass.
This time, she was sure he growled. He kissed her harder, crushing his mouth into hers. She gasped for breath, but couldn’t stop, couldn’t let him go. He thrust forward, and she felt the steel of his erection against her belly. God, but she wanted to take his cock in her hands, her mouth. She wanted him deep inside her. She wanted him to burst out of those bars, tear off her clothes, throw her down on one of the counters, and drive into her until she screamed.
Creed had his arms around her now, as best he could manage with the bars. Delicious. The man tasted delicious. That spice, and salt, and something so utterly fresh and powerful and male. And he felt even better. She squeezed the flexed muscles in his ass.
He broke off the kiss and stared into her eyes with such intensity she answered with a little moan. Damn, she wanted him. Her whole body tingled. Her nipples ached, and she knew she was wet. She didn’t lose control of herself like this, not for any man—especially a man she had only known for a handful of hours. But she was losing control over Creed Lowell. She wanted to see those black eyes burn for her, and never stop. She wanted him to kiss her again, and again, and again.
As if she had shouted her thoughts for him to hear, he did kiss her again. Just as passionately. Just as deep. She lost herself in the firm but yielding pleasure of his lips and tongue. So demanding. So insistent.
Then he seized her ass, squeezed once, and lifted her straight off the ground.
Riana let go of Creed’s ass and grabbed the cell bars out of reflex. She tried to move back from the kiss, but he had her bottom lip in his teeth again. Her eyes flew open to see his, see that mocking, teasing, dancing light flickering in the endless black depths. Urgent, yet patient. He wasn’t desperate the way he had been when he kissed her to stop her from taking his ring.
Those eyes said, I know you could get away from me if you wanted to, but you don’t want to. I’ll take you right now, right through these bars…and you’ll let me.
Her eyelids fluttered, then closed.
She could escape. She was more than trained in escaping any hold, in any situation.
But she didn’t want to.
Not even close.
She was lost again, letting him kiss her. Letting him take her just like he wanted, Goddess help
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