Nervous now, she, too, stood. But that didn’t stop him from encroaching on her personal space.
“Does Bennett & Harper have some morality clause I don’t know about?”
How the hell had he gotten so close? His familiar scent tightened her senses, sending subversive shivers over her skin. He smelt of leather, of passion and defiance and warmth. Of losing control. Of Alex.
“Morality clause…?” she choked out. “No.”
When his fingers slid slowly between hers, linking them in a shockingly intimate touch, her senses jolted into overdrive.
“See?” He lifted their entwined fingers, his gaze full of secret knowledge. “We have something here.”
“It doesn’t mean it’s right.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s wrong, either.”
“Alex…”
She heard the rumble in his throat, just as his eyes briefly closed. “Do you have any idea what my name on your lips does to me?”
And suddenly the time for talking was over.
Alex didn’t waste a second on niceties—on the contrary, he took it as if her acquiescence was a given. As if it were his right. And in many ways it was. They’d already been as close as two people could be without actual consummation. And if she were honest with herself, Yelena had missed him. Missed the way his laugh engulfed her like warm flames. Missed his off-beat humor and flirty banter. Missed the feel of his skinagainst hers. Missed the sensual curve of his mouth and the way it made her want to lose herself, control be damned.
When she leaned in, mouth trembling, a bolt of triumph cleaved into Alex’s brain. She wanted him—he’d made her want him. Yet in the next instant, white-hot desire saturated every sense, every muscle in his body. He growled, a sound that felt half wild, half uncontrollable, the way she’d always made him feel, and roughly pulled her up against his chest.
She made a small sound but didn’t protest, which only fired him up even more. His mouth dipped down, ready to claim hers, but in the last moment, she shoved his chest, her palms hot, knowing she could feel his heart pounding through his shirt.
He stared into her dark eyes, their long lashes heavy with arousal. His blood pounded solidly, breath catching. Did she not want—?
“Let me.”
The warm whisper skimming across his mouth did him in. All he wanted to do was rip off her clothes and take her on the ground, surrounded by this raw, primitive backdrop, yet he remained rock still, his groin throbbing with need.
She gently placed her hands at the back of his neck and slid her fingers up through his hair, murmuring appreciatively as she stroked his nape. And as his senses pitched, she pulled his head down.
Her lips brushed his for a second. Then another. She dragged in a breath, almost as if kissing him were somehow painful. But then her eyes opened and a smile spread across her entire face, a smile so full of sensual knowledge that he couldn’t help but answer it with one of his own.
Because in the sweetness of her kiss, the pureness she’d given him, he didn’t have a hope in hell of keeping his distance. Nothing short of a cyclone could stop him now.
As if sensing the thin line he teetered on, she kissed him again, this time with her eyes wide open, those chocolate-velvet depths reaching in, grabbing what was left of his control and yanking on it, hard.
Yelena felt as if every inch of her skin had completely exploded, that every touch, every smell, every taste was just too much to stand. His arms wrapped her tight up against him, his hard, throbbing maleness jamming into her belly with purposeful intent. The familiar smell of his skin engulfed her, every breath she took filling her up. And the taste…oh, his taste was something she’d always loved. She’d missed that. His mouth covered her bottom lip, gently sucking on the swell. He nibbled, he teased for long, sensual seconds. Then, finally he committed, capturing her mouth and twisting her head into a deep, heart-stopping kiss.
His
“Does Bennett & Harper have some morality clause I don’t know about?”
How the hell had he gotten so close? His familiar scent tightened her senses, sending subversive shivers over her skin. He smelt of leather, of passion and defiance and warmth. Of losing control. Of Alex.
“Morality clause…?” she choked out. “No.”
When his fingers slid slowly between hers, linking them in a shockingly intimate touch, her senses jolted into overdrive.
“See?” He lifted their entwined fingers, his gaze full of secret knowledge. “We have something here.”
“It doesn’t mean it’s right.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s wrong, either.”
“Alex…”
She heard the rumble in his throat, just as his eyes briefly closed. “Do you have any idea what my name on your lips does to me?”
And suddenly the time for talking was over.
Alex didn’t waste a second on niceties—on the contrary, he took it as if her acquiescence was a given. As if it were his right. And in many ways it was. They’d already been as close as two people could be without actual consummation. And if she were honest with herself, Yelena had missed him. Missed the way his laugh engulfed her like warm flames. Missed his off-beat humor and flirty banter. Missed the feel of his skinagainst hers. Missed the sensual curve of his mouth and the way it made her want to lose herself, control be damned.
When she leaned in, mouth trembling, a bolt of triumph cleaved into Alex’s brain. She wanted him—he’d made her want him. Yet in the next instant, white-hot desire saturated every sense, every muscle in his body. He growled, a sound that felt half wild, half uncontrollable, the way she’d always made him feel, and roughly pulled her up against his chest.
She made a small sound but didn’t protest, which only fired him up even more. His mouth dipped down, ready to claim hers, but in the last moment, she shoved his chest, her palms hot, knowing she could feel his heart pounding through his shirt.
He stared into her dark eyes, their long lashes heavy with arousal. His blood pounded solidly, breath catching. Did she not want—?
“Let me.”
The warm whisper skimming across his mouth did him in. All he wanted to do was rip off her clothes and take her on the ground, surrounded by this raw, primitive backdrop, yet he remained rock still, his groin throbbing with need.
She gently placed her hands at the back of his neck and slid her fingers up through his hair, murmuring appreciatively as she stroked his nape. And as his senses pitched, she pulled his head down.
Her lips brushed his for a second. Then another. She dragged in a breath, almost as if kissing him were somehow painful. But then her eyes opened and a smile spread across her entire face, a smile so full of sensual knowledge that he couldn’t help but answer it with one of his own.
Because in the sweetness of her kiss, the pureness she’d given him, he didn’t have a hope in hell of keeping his distance. Nothing short of a cyclone could stop him now.
As if sensing the thin line he teetered on, she kissed him again, this time with her eyes wide open, those chocolate-velvet depths reaching in, grabbing what was left of his control and yanking on it, hard.
Yelena felt as if every inch of her skin had completely exploded, that every touch, every smell, every taste was just too much to stand. His arms wrapped her tight up against him, his hard, throbbing maleness jamming into her belly with purposeful intent. The familiar smell of his skin engulfed her, every breath she took filling her up. And the taste…oh, his taste was something she’d always loved. She’d missed that. His mouth covered her bottom lip, gently sucking on the swell. He nibbled, he teased for long, sensual seconds. Then, finally he committed, capturing her mouth and twisting her head into a deep, heart-stopping kiss.
His
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