he wanted me. In that moment, that was all that mattered. It really was that simple if we allowed it to be. “Close your eyes.”
He smiled behind my finger and obeyed. I leaned in to taste his lips. His sweet wintery taste tingled on the tip of my tongue. He opened for me, and I slanted my mouth over his, delighting in the way his hunger stoked mine. His hands slid down the curve of my back and spread over my hips. He held me tight, pulling me close. Would it be so bad if we just stopped thinking and felt, just for a little while? I thought. I didn’t care that he might, in one breath hate me, and in another, love me. It really didn’t matter.
He tasted too good, like an indulgence I shouldn’t give in to. I trailed kisses down his jawline, his neck, and slid my hands up under his shirt. Hard chest muscles barely gave beneath my touch. Smooth, heated skin warmed my hands. I wanted to taste him there, to lick across his chest, swirl my tongue around his nipple, and rake my nails down the ripple of his abs. Sinking my hands over his shoulders, I shoved his coat off, yanking it down his arms. He tore himself free, slid his hands around my waist, and pulled me into another hungry, plundering kiss. Lust spritzed my skin with power. Stefan arched me back. His lips and tongue burned a devastating trail of tingling as he roamed lower. Hooking my fingers under my top, I yanked it over my head and gasped as he nipped at the rise of my breast.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I forced his head back and stared into his dazzling eyes. His ragged breathing, indulgent lips, and hungry eyes speared heated desire through me. Ice dusted his cheek. I kissed it away. Then a ghost-like fractal slid across the skin of his neck. I swirled my tongue and lapped it up, feeling his pulse throb. I rolled my hips against him, and he snatched a sharp gasp and growled low and deep. The sound alone almost had my demon spilling through me. I shoved her back, rocked my hips again, and kissed him hard. He was all mine.
My cell chirped.
Stefan’s touch burned but not with pain. His hands skipped, his fingers kneaded, as though he sought to explore every inch of me. Too many clothes thwarted my attempts to feel him. I cracked my elbow against the door and tried to twist aside and clutch at his button fly. The gearshift dug into my thigh. “Dammit.”
My cell chirped again.
“Muse…” Stefan cradled my face in his hands. “You need to answer that.”
“I really don’t.” I nipped at his bottom lip and sucked it between my teeth, freeing a frustrated groan from him. Damn, if I could make him growl, I wouldn’t need much more help to tip me over the edge into ecstasy. Grazing my nails over the entwined scorpion tattoo below his navel, I watched his eyes widen. His hips bucked. Oh yes, he was sensitive there.
Another shrill ring from my cell.
He gripped my hips and held me still, attempting to appear serious while a wicked, seductive smile danced on his lips. “The end of the world won’t wait for us.”
“It would if it knew what we’ve been through.”
He slid his hand around the small of my back, and drew me in close. I let him pull me down, already sensing his withdrawal from the moment. I’d soon change that. His painfully delicate kiss just about drove me to distraction. Any moment, I’d pin him down, rip his shirt off, and taste every delicious inch of him.
“I want this,” he said, but by the downward tilt to his lips, there was a ‘but’ coming.
I ground my hips, marveling at how he pushed back, lips parting, eyes ablaze with power. “I can tell.” I wanted it too. I ached to feel close, to have his arms around me. He was the cooling salve to my wildfire.
The cell blipped. A message. “Oh, for hell’s sake.” Snatching the phone up, I poked a finger into Stefan’s chest. “Stay there.” He suppressed a grin and watched me dial Ryder back.
“Muse, damnit woman. I told you to call me every thirty minutes. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. We’re fine.” I sounded hoarse and growled, trying to clear my throat. Stefan pushed his hands up my thighs, applying just enough pressure to make me squirm.