“Both,” Maddox hums.
I turn my head slightly, giving him a questioning look. The smile he gives is a seductive smirk that would make a nun drop her panties. “We are both,” he repeats again. “Alone or together, we’re sin and temptation.
Crap!I didn’t realize I said that out loud.
I start to blush at the knowledge I have lost control between my brain and mouth, but I barely have a chance to accept my humiliation. Ryder grips my chin, turning me to face him. His eyes blaze with lust as he holds my gaze captive. “We missed you, love. A week is too long.” His eyes drop to my mouth as he licks his lips.
Holy crap! What happened in the last week that I can’t seem to find my willpower? And that, suddenly, they don’t remember the boundaries?
Ryder leans in and takes my mouth with his. I lose my breath.
No. I don’t lose my breath. I forget to breathe.
My first kiss.
My hands fly to his arms with the intention of shoving him away. Then his tongue slides over my lips seeking entry. Instead of pushing him away, I dig my fingers into his arms and grant him the entry he demands. He’s commanding me without words, and I am obeying him without question.
How does he have this freaking power over me?
I have no idea what I’m doing, so I just follow his lead. What I do know is that it is hot in here. Or maybe I have a fever because I’m burning up. From the inside out.
When his tongue finds mine, a whimper escapes me. I expected a kiss from Ryder to be sexy aggression, not this dominant but understanding experience that is making my skin tingle. It’s sweet and gentle and patient. Like he knows it’s my first.
My heart accelerates wondering if heknowsthis is my first kiss. Because if he knows that then he knows….
No. There’s no way he could possibly know that.
He breaks the kiss, but his eyes don’t leave mine. They are dark, full of lust and desire. I see something else too. I think I see the surprise I know is on my own face mirrored in his expression, but then it’s gone, leaving me wondering if it was really there at all.
“Welcome to the devil’s layer,” he breathes against my jaw.
“Wh -which one is the devil?” I stutter as my body begins to shake with need.
Lips move across the back of my neck, raising the hairs there. I swear I can feel each one. I feel a smile against my pebbled flesh. “Already told you, cupcake. We both are.”
“Oh God,” I wheeze.
“There is no god in here, love,” Ryder growls as his hand moves up the bare flesh of my thigh, leaving flames in its wake. At the same time, Maddox’s hand makes its way beneath the hem of my shirt moving slowly across my stomach.
My chest moves rapidly, like I’ve run a marathon. My heart is beating so hard and fast, I fear I may have a heart attack at seventeen.
I’m completely frozen. Like a deer in the headlight, I’m unmoving. Not even a fingertwitch. I wouldn’t know what to do if I could move.
My body is lit up like a Christmas tree in Times Square.
“Are you ready to descend into hell?” Ryder asks me.
My only response is a helpless squeak.
But when his fingers stroke across my throbbing, covered core at the same time Maddox’s calloused thumb brushes my peaked nipple, I leap off the sofa like I’ve been electrocuted. I feel like I’ve been electrocuted.
“I – uh – I need a bathroom,” I mumble. I don’t make eye contactas Imake my way to the door, nearly tripping over my own feet.
I race to the bathroom, locking myself in. I look at the mirror, taking in my flushed cheeks and sweat covered forehead. My pupils are completely blown out. I look like I’m on drugs.
“Holy shit,” I mutter.
That was – my head is still spinning. Then I groan. That was hot and sexy and probably would’ve led to some very dangerous but very fun places.
