Instinctive - By Cathryn Fox Page 0,24

inside him. His hardened expression changed and took on a resigned look. Gone was his will to push her away.

“Come with me.” He roughly shackled her arms and pulled her deeper into the alleyway. A moment later she found herself cutting through the deserted park with him, taking a shortcut back to his place.

Silence hovered in the air as he guided her through his back door. They entered the kitchen, where he reached into his cupboard and poured them both a stiff drink of scotch. Jaclyn definitely wanted something stiff. But scotch wasn’t what she had in mind.

A sliver of moonlight outside the window provided sufficient light for her to see him in the dimly lit room. She shook almost uncontrollably as she watched him recap the bottle and put it away. There was something very sensual in the way he moved, she decided. He turned back to face her and pushed the glass into her hand.

“Drink,” he said.

“Thanks.” She took a small sip. As the liquid burned a path down her throat, she watched him, noting how he never once took his dark, seductive gaze from hers as he downed his glass in one gulp.

“Thirsty?” she questioned, barely able to keep her voice from shaking and her body from quaking as she hungered for him with an intensity that both scared the hell out of her and excited her just the same.

“Yup.” He put his glass down and stalked closer. He took her glass from her and put it aside; then he grabbed her firmly by the hips and backed her up against the wall. Slyck breathed a kiss over her mouth and surfed his lips over her cheek. “But the only thing that is going to quench my thirst is your sweet cream, Jaclyn.”

She gave a broken gasp. Overwhelmed by need, she opened her mouth in invitation. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. Her nails bit into his shoulders as their tongues tangled and thrashed. His mouth went to her neck and he breathed in her perfume.

“You smell so fucking good.”

A moment later he inched back. His lips, warm and silky, hovered over hers as he whispered into her mouth, “I need to fuck you, baby. I need to fuck you real bad.”

She gyrated against him, desperately needing him to assuage the ache inside her. Barely able to reply she managed to get out, “Yes. Please . . .”

A growl ripped from his throat and his cock pressed against her so hard, her entire body shuddered in response. His knuckles brushed her heated cheek. Ripples of sensual pleasure danced over her skin, urging her to give herself over to him completely.

His eyes locked with hers. He thumbed her lips. “But first I need to kiss you. Every square inch of your body. I want to taste your mouth, and your nipples, but mostly I want to taste right here.” He slipped his hand between their bodies and cupped her moist pussy through her thin dress.

“Please . . . ,” she murmured. “Now.” She widened her legs so he could feel her heat.

His eyes smoldered. “Oh fuck, baby, you’re not wearing any panties.” Raw excitement laced his voice. In one swift movement, he gathered her into his arms and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. He deposited her onto his mattress and stood back to look at her.

She whimpered, unable to vocalize what she needed, or just how crazed this man, this stranger, made her feel.

Slyck quickly removed his clothes and stood before her, looking completely comfortable in his own skin. After she took in the sexy artistic ink on his upper arm, her glance traveled to the plethora of deep clawlike scars marring his flesh and everything inside her softened.

“Slyck?” she questioned.

“It’s okay. They’re from a long time ago.”

She understood that he didn’t want to talk about it now, so she nodded her head and continued with her slow perusal. Even with the scars, he had the most beautiful body she’d ever set eyes on. Athletic, with broad shoulders, striated muscles, a magnificent chest, rock-hard abs, and an even harder cock.

She bit down on her bottom lip with longing when she saw the impressive size of his erection. Impatience thrummed through her, and she flushed hotly. “Come here.” She reached for him, needing intimate contact.

When he didn’t make a move, her glance traveled to his face, questioning him.

“Open your legs.” His voice was a low, velvet seduction. “Show me your pussy.”

Muscles tightening