War of Hearts (True Immortality) - S Young Page 0,80

feeling all day pooled heavily in a visceral need in his groin. Conall wanted to touch Thea. Everywhere. And he wanted her to touch him. It was a haze that made his heart race, his breathing deepen, and everything else in his world fade out.

All he was left with was want.

For this woman.

It stayed with him as the mounting tension between them forced them to withdraw from the bar and head to their room. It remained with him as he showered, shaved, and changed back into his clothes since the hotel robe was too small for him.

And it became all-consuming as he sat on the sofa, staring at a blank television screen while he listened to Thea shower, control straining at the knowledge she was naked in the next room. His imagination was vivid.

He swelled uncomfortably against his jeans zipper.

His skin felt too tight, too hot.

The bathroom door opened, and Thea stepped out in the white hotel robe, her long, dark hair a wet spill down her left shoulder. Those big, shining, cognac eyes locked with his and whatever control Conall had been holding onto melted under the stress of the fire between them.

One second he was on the sofa, telling himself to stay put. The next he was a blur across the room, hauling Thea against him so he could crush her mouth beneath his.

She gasped, and he tasted her.

No one woman had ever tasted as perfect.

And Conall knew as he gripped her warm, soft body as close to his as he could get her that nothing would stop him from tasting every inch of her.

Nothing.

While she’d showered, Thea’s hands shook as she used the hotel shampoo and conditioner to wash her hair. Her knees had trembled too, and her belly was a riot of nerves.

She was worried about what she should say to Conall when she came out of the bathroom and almost hoped he was already asleep. The tension between them was unbearable, and it was all his fault. He kept looking at her like he wanted to devour her, and it was making her desire things she never thought she’d want again.

When Thea stepped out, not only was Conall awake but the look in his eyes when he stared at her made her breathless. It was like he thought she was the most magnificent thing he’d ever seen. It was beyond mere sexual attraction.

No one had ever looked at her like that.

To know someone like Conall, so fierce and ruthless on the outside, so honorable and true on the inside, would look at her like that … Her heart was already racing when suddenly the guy was a blur across the room.

Her heart jumped into her throat as he hauled her into his arms and up onto her tiptoes so he could kiss her like she’d never been kissed before.

Thea gasped with excitement. A million reasons why they shouldn’t do this flashed across her mind yet were easily silenced by the stroke of his tongue against hers. A shiver skated down her spine and she pressed closer against Conall’s hard body.

Like the desperate grasp of his hands, his kisses were deep, ravenous, and intoxicating.

Thea never knew kissing could be like that.

Desire swirled between her legs and she dug her fingers into Conall’s strong biceps, trying to get closer, closer.

At her eagerness, he made a low growling noise that vibrated in her mouth and caused a rush of instant arousal. She moaned and pushed her hips deeper into his, feeling his hardness buried against her belly.

Conall broke the kiss and Thea stared up into those gray wolf eyes, in awe that such a cold color could be so warm. His gaze was searching. Waiting.

They both knew they shouldn’t give in to their attraction.

That it would make everything messy and complicated.

But the thought of walking away, of not knowing what it would feel like to be with him, made Thea want to cry. She was only twenty-five years old and yet she was weary and exhausted by life. There had been no moments of true happiness in her world since she was twelve.

No escape.

And no one had held her or made her feel essential.

As necessary as breathing.

Conall made her feel that way.

She wanted more of that. She wanted to be touched, to be loved, and to touch and love in return, and Thea knew just one night with Conall would be enough to last her a lifetime. He was worth risking those high impenetrable walls she’d built around