Came Back Haunted (Experiment in Terror #10) - Karina Halle Page 0,46

scene of a crime. I guess the only crime here is Dex having some pretty big emotions.

“What about the bill?” I ask as we grab our coats and head outside.

“They have our room number,” he says, pulling me along in a hurry down the cold, fog-strewn path to our cabin. I feel like I’m operating on pure adrenaline, my insides feeling as light and fuzzy as champagne, a sense of wonder and unknown in the air. It’s electric.

We get to our door and Dex tries desperately to get the key card to work.

“You sure you’re okay? You’re not mad? Or upset?” I ask him.

He pauses to look up at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Mad? Upset?” He comes right up to me, grabbing my face, manic eyes searching mine. “Perry. This is all I’ve ever wanted. Not just a family to call my own, a family to love, but a family with you. I fucking love you with every cell of my being and this…I can’t even process how badly I want to give you children. How much I want, need to be a father.”

He kisses me deep, so deep that I feel it in my soul, his mouth tasting like tears.

He quickly pulls away. “But if I don’t get this fucking door open, I’m going to end up screwing you right out here.”

I laugh as he frantically tries the key card again. “You know I still have an IUD. I need to get that taken out before we can start trying.” I pull my room key from my pocket and lean over him, sliding it in. The light goes green, the door beeping open.

“There’s no harm in practicing,” he practically growls.

He kicks the door open wide and grabs me, pulling me inside.

Dex is a fucking tsunami.

Before I can get my bearings, he’s slamming the door shut and then pressing me up against it, overwhelming me in every possible way. His hands tear at my clothes in rough desperation, his mouth open and seeking as he devours my shoulders, my neck, my jaw, my lips.

I’m caught in his undertow. I can barely keep up, my fingers clawing at his shirt, trying to undo the buttons with shaking hands. I end up popping the last few, the buttons scattering across the carpet.

Dex grunts in my ear and then I’m swept away, off my feet, as he pulls me away from the door, spinning me around, trying to push me back toward the bed.

The heels of my boots catch on the carpet and then I’m going down, falling backward, a cry caught in my throat. He grabs me by my elbows, breaking my fall, until we both end up on the floor together, his body over mine.

He covers my mouth with his, his kiss turning wild and unhinged, like the match burning inside him just ignited the whole damn room. It’s a kiss that makes my heart squeeze in my chest, my body fueled by the animalistic way he’s handling me.

While I’m caught between his lips and tongue, his hands urgently run down to my hips, hiking up the skirt of my dress, a groan escaping him as he realizes I’m not wearing underwear. That same hand then starts to swiftly unzip his pants, while the other goes to my throat, choking me lightly for a moment, enough for my eyes to roll back. Then he rips down the neckline of my dress and bra, exposing my breasts, my nipples immediately going hard.

I need more, faster, so much fucking faster.

He lifts his head to stare at me, his mouth wet from devouring mine, a raging fire burning in his eyes, and I know he heard my thoughts. Definitely one of the times where mindreading is an asset.

His mouth dips low, teeth and lips biting and nipping down my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, the pain sharp and torturously sweet, over my breast until he’s sucking my nipple between his lips.

I cry out, “Fuck!” But the word is strangled as he positions his cock between my legs and suddenly slams himself inside me.

Holy fucking hell!

There is no tenderness here, only savagery.

I feel like I’m being impaled, driven into the floor as he pushes in so deep my lungs are emptied of air. I’m gasping, breathless, my chest rising, then I’m wrapping my legs around his waist, my boots digging into the small of his back, holding him inside.

He moans loudly against my breast and then rises up, his hands pulling my hands