Saving Amber - Zoe Dawson Page 0,22

about a bed? He swore under his breath as he tried to propel her backward from the small room and away from him, but the opposite occurred. Instead of him pushing against her, he pulled, as if Newton’s law of universal gravitation had taken over and he was powerless. He now had her undivided attention as she turned right into him, her breasts pressing flush against his bare chest.

Tangling themselves up any further than they already had was just begging for trouble. He couldn’t stay focused on the job if he was focused on getting her naked. And he would be. Hell, he already was. And the little tugs he was experiencing inside his chest whenever he looked at her were downright terrifying. He’d only just met her and there wasn’t any way she should have this effect on him. But there was no denying she was affecting the hell out of him. And it was more than sexual need fanning those flames.

And that was bad. And good. All at the same damn time.

He almost…almost had it under control. Was almost able to step back, but she did the damnedest thing. She met his eyes and he’d never been so…looked at, connected, as if she saw him behind his eyes right into his mind and knew what he needed. Her huffiness faded, melted away, and her features softened. His stomach tightened hard, his gut telling him what his heart didn’t want to hear. There was a reason he was grumpy around her, a reason he didn’t want to show any interest in her, and something must have changed in his face because she opened even more. But he was stubbornly ready to pull back until—his breath caught—either by accident or design, she shifted her hips and brushed against his aching erection.

Passion came to life inside him like a fire that had been smoldering beneath cold ash. And it was a different kind of passion, something he’d never experienced before. It wasn’t about getting off or taking her because she was a woman and he needed the feel of her or physical release.

He wanted her. Amber. Her body, her mouth, her hands all over him.

Something that had been held so tightly inside snapped, snapped and whipped back at him, lashed him with his own needs and desires as if all of it had been trapped behind a dam of his own making and with these realizations that dam burst and flooded him with more than he could handle. The sensatory goads of her smooth, soft skin, the scent of her an intoxicating mix of floral and heat, and just plain Amber, disarmed him completely.

The combination of tough cookie, give-as-good-as-she-got attitude, smart mouth and even smarter mind took him down without mercy.

He crowded her back a little, until her backside was against the sink and everything about her melted. And he caved in. The surrender felt so good, giving in to this…whatever it was…wrapped around him in a soft, aching vise.

Tristan growled low in his throat as his lips brushed against hers, feeling weak in the knees when she made a soft gasp and her mouth toyed with his, retreating just enough to make him go after her, on the offensive until he captured hers, dropping down to her lips like a man in need of salvation.

Her mouth relaxed beneath his, and her hand slid up his chest wall, over his collarbone, to wrap around his nape, her hot palm sending rippling pleasure down his spine, over his skin. Her other hand wrapped around his waist, her thumb stroking, dipping in and caressing the skin just below the waistband of his sweats.

His mouth got more demanding and she matched his intensity and need. Her hunger was apparent with the way she moved over his mouth, frantic and fierce. Her reaction stripped him, demolished his defenses like a fluffy, pink bulldozer.

He wanted her, had wanted her from the first moment, this angel with her alluring combination of grace and take-no-prisoners attitude. He wanted her in a way he hadn’t wanted a woman in a long time—possessively, obsessively. He wanted her to be his in a way she had never been any other man’s. He would have seen it as dangerous thinking if he had been able to think at all.

Without breaking the kiss, he guided her hands to his chest and down to his waist and abandoned them there. Heat poured through him, molten, liquid heat, searing his veins, pooling in his already