“No, love. It’s what I am.”
Naomi ran her hand through his warm hair, which had come out of the braid when he’d changed. He lifted his head and looked at her, his dark eyes holding the edge of danger she’d sensed before.
“I can smell you,” he whispered. “So ripe and hot. You’re scared, but you want to f**k me.” She nodded, her breath quick. Her blood was so hot she feared it would boil in her veins. She could smell him as well: aroused male, sweat, and dust.
Jamison pressed his thumbs to the corners of her mouth, opening her to take his deep kiss. He scraped his tongue through her mouth, his teeth catching on her lips.
The kiss in the greenhouse had been tame and tentative. This one contained wild animal strength. He snaked his fingers through her hair, pulling her head back, moving to bite her throat. She arched against him, the small pain of his bite arousing her like crazy.
She felt his penis pressing her abdomen as though Jamison wanted to crawl inside her clothes with her.
He shuddered, mouth closing over her neck, sucking.
Naomi’s br**sts hurt where they rubbed his chest, tips swollen and hot as fire. She pried at her shirt, trying to free herself, and Jamison yanked the shirt off over her head. He made short work of her bra, unsnapping it and tossing it aside, before his hand went to her pants.
Naomi helped him unbutton and unzip, shoving her pants down and then her panties. No slow seduction this time—Jamison could spin out lovemaking for hours, but that careful, sinfully lazy man had disappeared.
He growled, a real, rumbling wildcat growl as his hands went to her naked bu**ocks. The space between her legs was wet, hot, needy. He rubbed his tip there but didn’t enter.
“I’ll try to go slow,” he said. “I don’t know if I can.”
“I don’t care.” She touched his face. “I need you.”
Jamison lifted her, and she eagerly locked her legs around him. He took two steps to the bed, holding her firmly, and then he lowered her to the mattress.
That was the only thing he did gently. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs, and then climbed on top of her.
She’d craved his warm weight for two years, had fought to forget what it felt like. But as he kissed her, she knew she hadn’t forgotten one fraction of him. She knew every touch, every pressure of him, the smell of his sweat, the heat of his body.
His eyes had changed. His look was fierce, possessive, where years before it had been only loving and tender.
“You’re mine,” he said with another animal growl.
She was too far gone to hear him. “Do me, Jamison. Please. I need you to.” He smiled a triumphant smile. The lion shone out of his eyes as he collapsed onto her and entered her with one fast, tight thrust.
Jamison threw back his head as he slid inside her. Back where I belong. Images of what he’d been through flashed in his mind then fled, resolving in the beautiful face of Naomi.
Please. I need you to. Her words rang in the room, mixing with his own—You’re mine.
He drove into her, his c**k aching as her walls closed around him for the first time in two years. He felt nothing except her sweet clench on him. She was hot and slick, and he slid in and out, hard and fast, no barriers between them.
Naomi arched, her mouth twisted in pleasure. He squeezed one of her ni**les between thumb and fingers, liking how she cried out at the pressure.
Two years. Two damn, long, empty years without Naomi. He hated the people who’d caged him, who’d taken his freedom in exchange for knowledge. They hadn’t wanted him to return to Naomi, to take refuge in her.
The bed creaked and banged against the floor. Naomi lifted her legs and wound them around his bu**ocks, her heels digging into his back. She rocked her hips, taking him deep, deeper, and he groaned with the joy of it.
Damn, it had never been like this before. They’d had great sex in the past, but now he wanted to pound into her, harder, harder, until she screamed. She was responding, her sheath so wet, her hips moving with his rhythm.
He wanted to come inside her, and then flip her over and pull her hips back against his and do it again.
He wanted to do what he’d never done with her, press his finger to her anal star and ready her to take him that way.
He kissed her again, their lips swollen, Naomi nipping at him. His body dripped with sweat. It was hot in here, so hot, and she felt so f**king good. Fire spread from where they joined, and flared through every nerve ending until his entire body burned.
“I’m going to come,” he whispered.
She locked her hands around his shoulders, encouraging him with her hips and legs. “Yes. Please, please. I need it.”