“Except for me.”
She ground her teeth.
“And now you’re wet.”
Her nostrils flared. Why ohwhydid another spike of arousal pulse through her at that moment?
“For me.”
Her next inhalation shook slightly.
“Admit it.” His eyes were narrowed in challenge.
“No.”
“Say it.”
“Never.”
“Tell me you want me.”
“I will never.”
“Denying it doesn’t make it not true, Sunshine. Naiamah didn’t lie about your lust, did she? You want me—”
“Will you stop it!” she cried, jerking out of his grip and sitting up. “What I want is irrelevant, and it would be much easier to forget this entire incident if you stopped pestering me ceaselessly about—”
A hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head back roughly. She had a split second to be aware of burning golden eyes before his lips crashed into hers.
14
Fuel To The Fire
Perhaps Sunshine ought to have been furious that Raum had kissed her without permission, but that wasn’t what happened at all. In a second, all the feelings from the dream rushed back, and her entire body—nay, her entirebeing—was inflamed with lust.
Lust.Pure, undiluted, untapped lust pounded through her bloodstream. Ten times what she’d felt in Naiamah’s cursed lair.
This time, it was Sunshine who pried his lips apart and plunged her tongue into his mouth, and the slight gasp he made indicated that he hadn’t expected it. The lust infuriated her—she didn’t want to feel this way—but she couldn’t fight it, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to kiss harder. His bare skin was so soft, his shoulders so broad, it made her head swim.
No.She had to fight it. It was too frightening, too exposing, too—
He pushed her down on her back on the bed and came over her, his big body blocking what little light there was in the room. Still more arousal pounded through her. His hips remained beside hers instead of between her thighs, and the separation was excruciating.
She wanted him to pin her down. She wanted him to crush her with his size. To hold her so tightly she couldn’t move a muscle. She wanted him to seize what little control she had left, to steal it as he’d stolen the treasure in his hoard, until she had no choice but to melt into a molten puddle of desire. Until her thoughts and reason were a distant dream and she was nothing but a creature of sensation. Until the pressure and guilt she had shouldered for so long were incinerated in the fires of passion.
But at the same time, she wanted to run screaming from the room. These feelings were too much and she wasn’t ready for them. She wasn’t even sure what they were or how to define them or what it was she truly wanted.
Her heart pounded, and all her blood and nerve sensations traveled down to pool at the base of her spine. Her desire bloomed into something dark and intoxicating. Something that begged for more.
Instinctively, her legs parted, needing something to fill the space between that only he could give her. As if he knew her thoughts, he lifted one leg over hers and his thigh shifted higher until the hard muscle was firmly pressed against the front of her pelvis.
A moan rolled out of her unbidden. It was just like in the nightclub when he’d brought her to climax with nothing but that expert pressure and the friction of their bodies. And oh, how she wanted to experience that again.
“It was real, wasn’t it?” he growled against her lips. “You didn’t fake it.”
She knew exactly what he was talking about, but she couldn’t bear to admit it, couldn’t bear to expose herself, so she said nothing, kissing him harder as she fought to rub herself against his thigh.
“You wanted me from the beginning.” His thigh pressed down and rocked ever so slightly from side to side, and the starbursts of sensation made her gasp. “Say it.”
