Where Winter Finds You (Black Dagger Brotherhood #18)- J.R Ward Page 0,30
to remember who reached for who first. Her? Him? He didn’t recall. Couldn’t recall.
Like it mattered?
All he knew for sure was that they were sitting side by side… and then they weren’t. They were in each other’s arms, and their mouths were fused, a desperate passion released, the adrenaline in their bloodstreams fueling a physical expression of the panic and the unexpected relief they both felt.
Therese’s lips moved against his own, and her tongue met his with the same kind of heat he was feeling in his veins. As her hands linked around the back of his neck, she arched up to him, her breasts pressing into his chest, her body weight now in his lap. The kissing was rough, and he told himself he needed to slow down, but that warning meant nothing to him. He didn’t know anything but the taste of her, the feel of her, the sense that what his brain told him was wrong was actually the rightest thing he had had since Selena’s death.
Because it was Selena.
The kissing, the touching, the passion that thickened his blood and his cock… it was his mate. He had been here before, he had done this before—
He had mourned the loss of this very connection. And its return was a benediction that wiped him out.
Well, not completely out. He retained enough presence of mind to lock the door they’d come through. The last thing he needed was for one of his staff to use the hidden passageway as an escape from the CPD, who were no doubt pulling up to the club right this moment.
Spurred on by a driving need, Trez swept his palm down to her hip. Then he brought it back up, under her risen arms, over her parka. He got some sense of the curves through the down padding, but it was not enough. Not nearly enough. Finding the opening between the halves, he plowed his greedy hand underneath and—
As he cupped her breast through the thin blouse of her waitress uniform, she cried out into his mouth, her body rolling against his torso, her legs churning on the concrete.
He needed her naked. Now.
He needed his own body naked. Now—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two of them jerked apart and he looked toward the trap door.
At least it wasn’t gunshots. And what a standard that was.
He also knew who it was. “Do not open that.”
Xhex’s voice was wry. “Just making sure you’re alive.”
“Affirmative.” Trez knew what the next question was going to be. “I don’t need help. We’re—I’m fine.”
“Okay.” As Xhex spoke, he could picture his chief of security shaking her head. “I’m handling things out here. Police have arrived.”
“Thank you.”
Trez closed his eyes and cursed. Then he focused on Therese—
She was staring up at him with wide, confused eyes, her fingertips resting lightly on her mouth.
“Are you all right?” he asked. “Are you hurt?”
CHAPTER NINE
Therese couldn’t concentrate on what Trez was saying to her.
She was back to when they’d been kissing, his hands on her body, his mouth on hers, his tongue penetrating her. It had not been like the quick kiss they’d shared before. That one had been a surprise. An impulse. Something that was backed away from quickly on both their parts.
But what had just happened? For one, if they hadn’t been interrupted, it wouldn’t have stopped until it was finished. For another… it was not the first time she had felt him against her. She recognized his lips, his hands, his scent.
Because he had come to her in her dreams.
This Shadow was somehow… her shadow lover. Except how was that possible?
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Trez’s eyes were worried, and he brushed a strand of her hair back from her face. “Do we need to get you medical help?”
Reaching up, she stroked his face with wonder. Maybe she was wrong, though. Maybe…
“Kiss me again,” she breathed.
As he hesitated, she was dimly aware that they were hardly in a private place. And this was not a good time, especially as urgent voices warred outside in the club proper. And moreover, she wasn’t sure where her head had gone after all that drama with the gun.
Except she didn’t care about any of that.
She had a hunger to reconnect with his mouth, his body, his… soul. A hunger that was so deep inside of her, she couldn’t understand it or determine its origin. Yes, he was a stunning male. And there was attraction on both sides. And whatever, whatever, whatever.