Malice's Possession by Jenika Snow Page B

at the cabin again. “Just as long as it isn’t an inconvenience to anyone—” Before she could finish her sentence Malice had a hold of her hand. Adrianna glanced down at where he had his much larger hand over hers, and then looked at his face.
    “It isn’t an inconvenience, and if I didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have even suggested it, Adrianna.” There was this hard, angry edge to his voice.
    “Okay.” That was all she could say. She knew that her attitude was timid and standoffish, but this whole situation was different from what she had ever known. Someone was going out of their way to make sure she was safe. Maybe it was her being a doormat, or not standing up for herself and thinking more highly of what others were doing? She might not be able to fully express how much all of this meant to her, but it meant the world. “Malice?”
    He was still holding her hand, and now ran his thumb along the back of hers. He didn’t answer, but looked up at her.
    “Thank you for helping a total stranger.” She might be saying “Thank you” a lot, but she would keep saying it. She really was grateful. She felt the heat in the van increase and felt perspiration start to dot the area between her breasts.
    “You don’ t have to keep thanking me, Adrianna.”
    “I know, and I’m sure you’re getting sick of hearing it, but I’ve never had anyone do the things you’ve done for me.” Whatever was happening right now was intense and potent. She felt the hairs on her arms stand on end, felt everything inside of her race to the surface and heat her skin. They continued to stare at each other, and even with the shadows of darkness moving through the interior of the vehicle, Adrianna could clearly see the way his pupils dilated. This need to open up to Malice moved through her and filled her in a comforting, real way. As strange as it sounded, it really did feel like there was this magnet pulling her toward him in the literal and figurative sense. Adrianna had never believed in happily-ever-afters, never thought soul mates or true love were real. And although she still didn’t know if she believed in those things, she did have faith in what was real and right in front of her. Malice was those two things, and she knew she wasn’t the only one that felt this connection either.
    Slowly, they both started to move closer, and it was like this cord was being tightened. Her breathing increased, and Malice’s chest rose up an d down, hard and fast. God, she had never met a man that was so ruggedly masculine, and so intoxicating that she felt this growth of life spring up inside of her just from being in his presence.
    When there was only an inch between them she had to force herself to keep her eyes open as arousal pounded through her veins like an angry drum. She was wet between her legs, and there was no doubt that her nipple s were pressing against the material of her shirt. “Malice, do you feel this, too?” She could have kicked herself for saying out loud what was supposed to be an inner thought. But he didn’t respond and instead groaned deeply, took his other hand and gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and held her in an unmovable hold. And then his lips were on hers, and he stroked his tongue along the seam of her mouth. A gasp left Adrianna on its own, and Malice took that time to delve his tongue inside of her mouth, and fuck her like she wanted him to do between her thighs. That thought and filthy image slammed into her head and made it spin with desire.
    It was clear he was being gentle with her a s he held her chin between his fingers. But the sting from her tender lip speared through her, and a gasp of pain left her. Malice pulled away instantly, and lowered his gaze so he was looking at her lip.
    “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He still hadn’t moved away from her, and his minty breath from the gum he had been chewing moved along her face.
    “Why?” She breathed that word out.
    “You’re