Brighter Than the Sun - Darynda Jones Page 0,39

she wears. Below that is bare skin and a succulent patch of dark hair. She arches again and I look back at the T-shirt. It reads REMOVE PACKAGE BEFORE CONSUMING.

An appreciative grin widens my mouth. I have every intention of doing just that. Easing onto the bed, I plan to take my time. To get to know every inch of her. To memorize every curve. But this is her world, and in it, she rules.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m pinned against the wall several feet away. She has a hand around my throat, our roles reversed, and her heavy-lidded eyes shimmer dangerously. I can only pray she plans to eat me alive.

She presses into me, her movements slow one moment—then so fast, I can hardly see her the next. Her teeth sink into a shoulder. Her nails scrape along my ribs. The sensual pain wrenches a growl from me and she stops. Stares. Like an animal. She is no longer Charlotte Davidson. She is a beast from another dimension, and I’m hypnotized. Not subdued enough, however, to let her win.

I reverse our positions. Shove her against the wall. Clamp my hand around her throat and my mouth over hers.

This time she growls. She kicks and bites and claws, but I lower her to the floor, clasp her hands over her head, and explore. Her skin is salty when I run my tongue along the length of her stomach. When I nip at the peaks protruding from her T-shirt. She tosses her head back. Squirms under my hold. Rubs her crotch against my erection.

A part of me can’t believe this is happening. After all this time. After everything we’ve been through, to have her here. Now. It’s surreal and hypnotic and disarming.

Something is happening deep inside, but I ignore it. I grab hold of her hips. It’s been a long, long time for me, and this is a dream come true. Literally. I would hate for the evening to end too soon. I draw in a long draft of air before peeling off her shirt and cupping her breasts. A soft moan escapes her when my mouth tastes each one in turn. When it nibbles and sucks and grazes.

But she is impatient. She wants more and she wants it now. She reaches down and caresses my cock. Blood floods the length of it when she twists onto her knees and dips her head.

I grab a handful of hair to postpone her descent, but she looks delicious with her bare ass up in the air and her gold eyes gazing into mine and I am momentarily distracted. Her mouth, hot and wet, slides down the length of me in one quick thrust, and the heat that has gathered in the pit of my belly and at the base of my cock reaches critical mass. I almost come. Again.

I hold her head. Force her to slow. But even that is proving too risky. So I raise her up and flatten her against the wall—only this time she’s facing it. That’ll chill her little ass out. She rages when I crush into her. Fights. Pushes. Snarls. I curl a hand around her throat and pull her against me. But she is doing more to me than just getting me hot. She is penetrating layers of my psyche. Weakening my armor. Storming the gates of my soul. I need to bring it back to the physical. Back to the things I know.

“Dutch,” I whisper into her ear, and she stills herself instantly. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

She lays her head back against my shoulder. Looks up at me. Frowns. “Where have you been?” she asks, and I wonder whom she’s talking to. Surely not me. She can’t know who I am.

“Waiting for you.”

A gentle smile spreads across her face. It pierces the armor and I fight. I cover her mouth with mine. Her skin is so soft, it doesn’t feel real when I push a hand between the wall and her abdomen and dip my fingers between her legs.

She sucks in a soft breath. It’s cool against my teeth.

I push her knees apart with my own, and my fingers open the folds of her delicious cunt before I take advantage of her sensual mouth by dipping my tongue.

She arches against me and I can’t take it any longer. I push her legs apart and my erection inside. She gasps aloud. Digs her fingernails into the wall. Writhes with each thrust of my hips.