Beneath the Stars (Falling Stars #4) - A.L. Jackson Page 0,84

could wash her back.

She leaned against me.

Her hair in my face.

Jasmine and vanilla.

Sweet, sweet, sweet.

“Maggie.” Might have been a problem that I literally groaned her name. Bigger problem when I burrowed my nose in her hair and inhaled. Then I got really greedy with pressin’ my lips to her shoulder. I ran them across the delicate, delicious length. Wanted to devour every inch.

She angled farther, twisting her head to look back at me.

That was all it took, and we collided.

Because fuck, now that I’d kissed her, I didn’t know how to stop.

My left hand fisted up in the wet mass of her hair, while the other wrapped around to take her by the chin so I could control the kiss.

This one fierce.

Scorching.

Red hot.

Any trepidation the girl’d felt before obliterated in my touch.

I didn’t know how I was supposed to make it through this without losing my cool. Without crossing another line there would be no returning from.

Before I fuckin’ slipped and fell right over the side.

Because she was my perfection.

Knew it.

Wanted to run from it almost as much as I wanted to hold it and cherish it.

Like I felt the fullness of all I was supposed to be starin’ back at me.

This connection I couldn’t quite make sense of. That didn’t matter in the least because she still held me in the palm of her gentle, lust-inducing hand.

She was a spark in my spirit that I needed to stamp out before it set fire to my entire world.

Could feel myself getting burned, anyway.

Incinerated.

Done for.

She shifted around, and the girl was kissing me like it was the only way she could breathe.

“I’ll hold you, too,” she promised into the kiss that she dragged over my beard and down my chest.

Her whisper moving to my heart.

Her tongue licked out.

Stroked my flesh.

“Sweet Siren.”

That’s what she was.

A song in the storm.

Lulling me into peace when it was gonna be my demise.

Wanted to find her in it, anyway.

Need stampeded through my body when she kept kissing over my pecs and back up my throat.

“Maggie,” I growled out.

“I’m not afraid,” she murmured again. Girl giving no heed to a single one of my warnings.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and I was hoisting her into my arms at the same second she was wrapping those legs around my waist.

Instinct.

Two of us moving on intuition. Like there was something instilled in us that predestined exactly where we were gonna go.

From zero to one hundred in a second flat.

“Shit,” I hissed.

I was just beggin’ for the pain, wasn’t I? Running straight for it.

But with her, I wasn’t sure there was any turning back.

“Rhys,” she rasped, rubbing her bare pussy against my cock.

“Want me again, Sweet Thing?” My voice grew rough.

Gritty and raw as I pressed her against the shower wall and rocked against her like a fiend.

Water rained over us.

Steam coating the air.

Girl ruining me.

Second by second.

“I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you.”

A grunt escaped my throat, and she was suddenly stroking me between us, her hot little hand pumping my cock.

Holy shit.

Energy flashed. A flicker of light that burst in the air.

“Lookin’ for trouble.” Didn’t know which of us I was talking to.

“No, Rhys, I was looking for you.”

My mouth dove for peace. For this feeling that there might be something better. Bigger.

I kissed her in a way I was pretty sure I’d never kissed anyone before as she kept stroking me.

Passion burned on our lips and our bodies writhed in the fire.

An imprint.

A score.

A scar.

I didn’t know.

Only thing I knew was we both wanted to be marked. Tattooed in this moment as she fisted me, shifted me so my engorged, aching head was running through her pussy, as I gathered her up closer and let my mouth worship this girl.

Lips and tongues and teeth.

Like any caution we’d had, had been tossed into the sea.

Our tongues were chaos.

Every touch insanity.

When I couldn’t take it a second longer, I drove home.

Filling her full.

Maggie gasped, her back arching from the wall, her small breasts that were sexy as all fuck pressing into my chest.

Taking her by the outside of the thighs, I began to rock.

Hard and rigid and fast.

Maggie just urged me faster.

Like the girl had made the choice to take a dive into the disorder.

Like she craved it.

Her hands in my hair and her kiss trashing any reservation.

I let my mouth wander. Over her jaw and down her neck. Maggie lifted her chin to grant me access, and she held me by the back of the