Night Falls on the Wicked - By Sharie Kohler Page 0,63

in her hair. He was hers. Totally at her mercy.

“Stop,” he cried out brokenly, his strong hands clamping down on her arms and pulling her to him. He lifted her onto his lap and swallowed her sound of protest with his mouth.

He drank long and deep from her lips, obliterating her senses. His hands gripped her head, angling her for the onslaught of his lips. Then his hands moved, covered every inch of her until she was panting and moaning and rubbing herself against him, desperate to end the agony of wanting him.

His mouth kissed a fiery path down her throat, teeth dragging and nipping at her skin. He buried both hands in her hair, pulling her head back again for his ravaging mouth.

A deep ache tugged in her belly, throbbing and squeezing for relief.

She jerked with sudden memory. She’d seen this, lived this before. This was her vision. She had predicted this happening.

“Darby,” he rasped, the softness of his lips against hers a direct contrast to the rough, guttural sound of his voice. “I didn’t want this … I tried.”

She shook her head, not understanding, not able to make sense of his words. The taste of him made her head whirl, spicy warmth in her mouth. Her shaking hands pulled his sweater over his head and caressed his sculpted chest.

Words were beyond her. There was only him. And the delicious way he made her feel. She didn’t want to wonder if what they were doing was right or wrong. She didn’t want to think about tomorrow … or the month’s end. She wanted only to savor.

Her palms skimmed his firm chest, curving over warm flesh, velvet skin stretched tight over muscle and sinew. Incredibly, it seemed he was hers now. His body, at any rate.

He took her bottom lip between his teeth, nipping gently and murmuring against her mouth, “I don’t care what I said.” His hoarse voice stoked the heat in her belly into a nest of writhing flames. Pulling back, his hands skated up her arms. “I want you.”

Relief rippled through her at his words. Because it would kill her to stop now.

His shining eyes burned fire in the room’s dim glow, searing a path directly to her heart. “Tell me you want this.”

Darby closed the one-inch distance separating their lips and kissed him with everything she had, letting him know exactly what she wanted from him. “There,” she said, coming up for air.

He growled and hauled her against him, showering fierce kisses over every inch of her face before his mouth fell on hers in a savage kiss.

He lifted her in one sweep and carried her into his bedroom and dropped her on the bed. Still standing, he shrugged free from the rest of his clothes and stood before her as she had never seen any man. She’d never been with a man who looked like this. He was magnificent. All hard lines, curving muscles and shadowed hollows that made her mouth tingle, eager to taste.

He came over her then, his body a thrilling weight, hard and large upon her. Her hands roamed his broad back, nails digging into supple skin as he lowered his head to suckle one breast through the thin cotton of her shirt. Pleasure-pain lanced through her. His teeth abraded her nipple into a hard point, and she arched against him, crying his name. One of her hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer.

He turned his attention to her other breast, laving her nipple with his hot tongue, inching her pajama bottoms down as he did so.

Cool air licked her calves, her thighs, her hips. With startling deftness, he pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her bare and exposed before him. She shook with both desire and trepidation, overcome with the newness of his feasting stare on her naked body.

“Darby.” His hand hovered above her abdomen, long fingers splayed wide, shaking ever so slightly. His hair fell over his brow, hiding his eyes as he studied her.

She didn’t need to see his eyes to feel their heat, intent and searing on her. Slowly, his hand lowered to cup her between the legs.

She sighed and pressed herself up into his palm. He began to knead there and her breath caught in her throat. His gaze shot to hers. A sexy smile hugged his well-shaped mouth.

She stopped breathing altogether when his head dipped and he pressed a series of openmouthed kisses over her belly, working his way down to where his hand