so busy trying to beat back the pulse of attraction, it took me a moment to respond. "Yeah, Nyla?"
"Thank you for coming."
"Always. Even if we're on opposing sides of something, I will always come for you."
"I believe you."
16
East
My skin was humming.
She was so damn close, and the scent of honeysuckle wrapped around me, infusing itself into my skin, into my veins, intoxicating me, making me sway on my feet.
Then, she tipped her head up. The gentle angling of her head made me groan. Because I knew. I knew I was going to get to taste her again.
From this angle, my gaze flickered down to her lips, the bottom one just a little bit fuller than the top one. The cupid's bow of her upper lip forming the perfect kiss shape, and I knew how she would taste. Everything low in my belly went tight and clenched. My balls already aching just for a taste. The chills crawling up my neck as anticipation spiked my blood, making it roar. Her tongue peeked out to lick her bottom lip and I fought back a groan, but still one escaped me. There was no fighting it. There was no holding anything back. My cock twitched in my trousers, and I knew. I knew that there was no stopping this train. I was so fucked.
I closed the gap between us, slid my lips over hers, and kissed her. God she was sweet, so goddamn sweet. When she parted her lips on a gasp, I knew what she was asking me for. She was asking me to take. And what do you know, I was a taker. I was also a giver, but she'd find that out soon enough.
God so sweet, but the spice chaser on her was unbelievable. Like every stroke of my tongue was met with a surprise. I licked into her mouth, desperate to know every secret she had, wanting to leave no corner unexplored, wanting to make her just as crazy as she was making me. Wanting to make her beg for it. There was so much I wanted to do with her. Wanted to do to her. But the way my balls were aching just from a kiss, I was not going to be able to hold out. I needed to get some control, slow this train down. Or it was going to be embarrassing for me and disappointing for her.
But there was no slowing down the train because Nyla wrapped her arms around my neck, slid her hands into my hair, and tugged gently. And she moaned.
Fuck. Me. Fucking hell. I wasn't going to make it. My cock twitched against her, and that groan. It just ripped out of me as I dipped my knees slightly so I could capture her mouth better. She was tall, but still much smaller than I was.
Our tongues stroked together, and I slid mine over hers as we parried for control. I thought I was driving, but I wasn't sure I was. Because when I tried to make her play, she teased and darted, making me chase after her. Jesus fucking Christ. Nyla Kincade knew how to kiss. I was the one weak in the knees; I was the one whose head was spinning; I was the one who was losing my shit.
That part of me that screamed danger, the self-preservation part of my brain, didn't even come online because the part of my brain that was now in full control of my body wanted inside her. I wanted to bust open those locks with explosives, lock us both in under all that rubble and never leave. Because I was going to consume her. And she was going to own me.
When she whimpered, it was like that last thread of control I had on myself snapped. And then we were clashing teeth and tongues and hands, tugging at clothes, trying to claw to get closer to each other.
We were desperate. I tugged at the silk blouse that she’d worn on the plane. And she pulled at my shirt. I didn't give a shit about mine. I tore my lips from hers, and I ripped it off in that impatient way that blokes do. With hers, I tried to be gentler. I really did. But still, I heard a rip, and I couldn't find a fuck to give about it. We were just a flurry of need, and finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I picked her up. My hands over her ass, gripping