shot back up to her face, his gaze sharpening with a different kind of storm brewing. He bared his teeth at her, but she felt no fear. She could sense it, the difference in the way he was with her. He didn’t treat her like an opponent—he fought himself in front of her.
"Leave or I won't be sending you home tonight." Emotion strangled his voice, his hands clenched on the side of the door until his knuckles showed white.
Excitement zinged through her. "Then I won't go home tonight." She stepped past him as he gave way, sliding through the doorway to stand with her back against the wall. His eyes flowed into silver as he shut the door next to her very carefully. He moved with the fluid grace of a predator, intent on her, looming over her as he placed his hands on the wall at either side of her head.
"You should have gone." His voice almost a snarl, but he lowered his head to her slowly, giving her time to escape.
Escape was absolutely not what she had in mind. Carri tilted her face up, meeting him. Their lips brushed lightly with searing heat, and she heard him groan before he ducked his head lower and closed his teeth on the place where her neck joined her shoulder. No pain, only the feel of his teeth against her skin, hard enough to make her pulse pound in her veins.
He pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the wall. He bent his knees to fit against her, grinding his hips into hers. The rock hard length of him strained inside his jeans, pressing against her abdomen. Squirming in response as a rush of wet heat surged between her thighs, she gripped the waist of his jeans trying to pull him even closer.
His hands slid down the wall to cup her face as he captured her mouth, settling his lips against hers, his tongue teasing her in long slow sweeps as he explored her. Just as she thought she’d drown, he eased back, inviting her to come to him, leading her into a dance of body and heart.
"Jason." She barely recognized the plea in her own voice, the husky sensuality. Never, ever before had any man ignited anything close to this within her.
In answer, he settled his mouth over hers again, stealing her breath and giving it back to her. His hands trailed down the sides of her neck and the front of her breasts, his knuckles brushing past her nipples before he slid his palms over her waist and around to grasp the curve of her behind. He squeezed once, firm and sure, then shifted for a better grip and startled a yelp out of her as he lifted her.
He encouraged her to wrap her legs around him as he continued to drift kisses across her mouth and jaw. Effortlessly, he strode through the living room and into the bedroom beyond, kissing her the whole way. He laid her down on the bed and pressed the length of his body into her as she gripped his shoulders and let her head fall back.
"Mine." A statement, a fact, and she didn't refute his claim as he raked his teeth against her bared throat. She only gasped as his hands roamed over her body, stroking and finding sensitive spots at her sides and along the insides of her arms, his hands strong and rough yet gentle against her skin.
When he stood, she sat up too, watching him as he stripped off his shirt and then his jeans. Muscles rippled under his winter pale skin, his chest lightly covered in a dusting of dark curls angling into a thin trail down his sculpted abdomen. The hard length of his sex, barely held by his underwear, sprung free as he slid them off. She dragged her eyes back up his incredible body, locking on silver eyes as they watched her watching him.
"Off." He made the command something so sexy; she didn't even think to argue. She only lifted her arms so he could pull her layered shirt and t-shirt over her head. As soon as he tossed them aside, he kissed her again. There was a snap and her bra fell loose around her shoulders, to be pulled free of her arms and tossed away somewhere. Then he gripped her breasts in a firm, possessive hold. She gasped for air as excitement built and he dropped his head, taking one nipple into the