Concealed by Victoria Michaels Page B

Sydney looked up at him, she found herself holding her breath, waiting for what might come next. His eyes were intense and sparkled in the moonlight that played across his face. Eyes that were staring at her lips.
    “Wade.” She managed to exhale his name before he kissed her, the rich flavor of the wine mixing with his own intoxicating taste. Though his lips moved gently, she could feel the power in his body that he was holding back. This kiss was nothing like the last one. It was so hot Sydney could feel herself burning up under his touch. His hand knotted in her hair, pulling her even closer to deepen the kiss. Sydney felt like the world was spinning and grabbed onto his shirt to ground herself on Earth.
    Then, as quickly as it began, it ended. Immediately she felt the loss of their connection. While she tried to regain her composure, Wade stood up and stared off into the dark as if looking for something. His body language had changed from relaxed to edgy in a matter of seconds, and it startled her. Sydney stepped behind him, wrapping the blanket around her arms.
    “What’s wrong?” She heard the distant rustle of twigs snapping and that tingle of awareness she had went down her spine. Had someone been out there, watching them?
    Wade tried to shrug it off, wrapping an arm around her and kissing the top of her head. “Nothing, just a deer. Probably a buck.” Another woman might have fallen for his act, but Sydney had been on the run long enough to know when danger was close and she felt it in her gut like Wade did. She scanned the trees, looking for the source of their unease but whoever it was had left.
    “Come inside,” Wade said as he slipped his hand into hers and led her toward the door.
    The danger had passed but Sydney’s heart was racing as Wade pinned her against the doorframe with his much larger body. There was something raw and powerful about Wade that Sydney found irresistible, even if it wasn’t a good idea. Instead of being cautious, she made the dangerous choice to play with fire. “I am a little chilly.”
    “I think I know a few ways to warm you up,” he said in a low, sexy drawl that gave her goosebumps. He ushered her inside, locking the door behind them.
    They didn’t make it any farther than the entryway before he captured her mouth again. Strong hands settled on her hips then wandered over the curves of her body. In their wake was a burning trail, mapping his progress across her skin. Sydney’s arms locked around Wade’s neck, pulling them closer together, desperate for more contact. She longed to feel every inch of his rock hard body against hers. She’d dreamt about this countless nights, but the reality blew all those dreams away. There was something erotic about the way his muscles responded to her touch as she, too, explored his body.
    Without warning, she felt like the floor had dropped out from under her. Wade scooped her up into his arms as if she weighed less than a feather, and carried her to the couch, never losing contact with her lips. The fire and passion built between them until Sydney was certain they’d both go up in flames. The buttons on her shirt fell open and she couldn’t tell if she had done it, or Wade. A flurry of hands and skin found each other, greedy for more. All the months of sexual tension between them came to a head leaving them breathless and desperate for one another. Nothing could have stopped her from sleeping with Wade in that moment, nothing.
    “Shit,” Wade cursed as his phone started ringing on the table.
    “Ignore it,” Sydney gasped as his hand found her bare breast.
    “Done.” With a growl, Wade lowered his head and drew her nipple into his mouth. When his house phone joined and started clamoring, he let out a string of curses. “Don’t move.” He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, looking at her as she laid spread out on his couch like an offering, panting like she had just run a marathon. There was no controlling his