Midnight Lies (Shifter Island #2) - Raye Wagner Page 0,63

my breaths quickening with anticipation. Shifting my weight, I dragged my lips across his jaw, pressing kisses between my panting breaths. “Yes.”

As if he needed an answer, his lips joined with mine, and immediately our tongues found each other, hungry and searching.

He ran his hands down my back from my neck to shoulder blades. I arched, and he kneaded his fingers over my ribs before wrapping his hands around my torso. Then, slowly, he slipped his thumbs under my bra and grazed the underside of my breasts.

Hunger and need shot through me, and my mind clouded with desire.

“Rage…” I pulled back from his lips, mine swollen from our kiss.

Instinctively, I lowered my body to his, letting him coax me as he dragged his hands downward in a delicious dance of lust and frustration. He groaned as I settled, which only served to heighten my desire. Using the pressure of his fingertips, he urged me to move, something I ached to do. I rotated my hips.

Oh. My. Mage.

“Nai,” he gasped, rubbing against me even harder.

I followed his lead, our bodies tangled as we slid against each other. But I needed more. I needed his skin against my skin. His body and mind together—as one. I needed this bond, our bond … I needed to seal it—seal him, to me, forever.

I fumbled with the button at his waist, and Rage stilled.

“Don’t start something we can’t—”

“Rage,” I begged, arching and writhing against him as I tugged at his shirt. Filled with aching need, I raked my hands over his taut abs and growled, “Please.”

He slid his arm around my waist, and I sucked in a sharp breath as he flipped me onto the bed. I landed on my back, and he crawled over me until he straddled me. He wet his lips, and then lowered his body, letting me drown in the sensation of him for only a moment before he whispered in my ear, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes,” I panted.

Was he kidding? Was he afraid that he was pushing or pressuring me? Afraid I’d regret this? I mean I was vaguely aware that my father was in the house, but the mate bond was calling, and I couldn’t turn it off.

‘I’ve never in my entire life been more ready for something. Please, Rage, don’t make me beg.’

I ducked my hands under his shirt, and he dipped his head, letting me pull it off him. I dropped it off the side of the bed, discarding it as I ran my fingers up his washboard abs to his yummy chest.

‘Now yours,’ he said, his voice rumbling through me, occupying all of me.

He slowly teased the garment up, his gentle caresses leaving a trail of fire on my skin. My chest heaved, and I whimpered and trembled as he kissed my feverish skin, first below my bellybutton, then above it. Up my abdomen, and the swell of my breasts.

I gripped his back, arching as he traced his tongue where he’d kissed, until he lifted my shirt over my head and gave me a wolfish grin.

‘You’re enjoying this,’ he said, his eyes brightening until they practically glowed emerald.

Enjoying? I heaved with the effort of containing the emotion. ‘Don’t sell yourself short.’

He chuckled, and then he let his gaze rove over me like a physical caress. He drank me in, his eyes growing more heated the longer he looked. His nostrils flared, and he growled. ‘I can scent your desire.’

He could? My skin heated, and I closed my eyes, mortified.

‘Don’t be embarrassed, love.’ He hooked his finger in the waistband of my pants, tracing his tongue over the sensitive skin. ‘It only makes me want you more.’

He tugged the waistband of my sweats down an inch, as my eyes popped open and my abdomen tightened. I raised my head to see what he was going to do and he looked up and met my eyes. ‘Do you trust me?’

Lust. Heat. Desire. Hunger. Need. Love. All of these feelings and more racked my body and swirled in my mind.

‘Yes,’ I said, falling back onto the bed, my chest heaving. I watched him slide from the bed, and then only his fitted boxers remained.

Yum.

He tugged one pants leg over my heel and then the other. ‘Lift up, love.’

My pants fell to the floor, somewhere near his, and then Rage hovered over me once more. Running my hands into his hair, I opened myself to him, needing him to hear my truth. ‘Rage, I want you so much it