He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “Stop saying my name like that,” he murmurs huskily. My breath hitches, my entire body igniting.
I open my mouth to speak, but he’s already moving, and I gasp when his lips brush against the side of my head as he takes deep, steady breaths.
He inhales deeply, and my heart thuds. My core clenches as his hand tightens ever so slightly on my thigh, so close to my hot core…
I am drained, weak. I just fought, but all I want is more of him.
All I need to do is take hold of his wrist and move it two inches higher. His touch is possessive, as if it’s a promise. A warning. A claim.
I can’t help but smile. I really did hit my head hard…
“I can smell you…” he whispers, his voice now dangerously low. And suddenly I forget how to breathe, realising exactly what he means.
This Heat
Jayce
Her breath hitches, her heart racing erratically. Her entire body is radiating heat. The scent of her arousal drowning me in a haze of desire. That sweet, intoxicating perfume of her arousal is fucking divine, wrapping around me like a spell of entrapment.
I want her.
Fuck, I want her bad.
I’ve wanted her for so damn long, but I buried it. I refused to acknowledge it because she is off-limits. Not only is she the sister of one of my closest friends, but she is also the cousin of my cousin. Knowing that I may have to see her in the arms of her mate one day soon...
But right now, I don’t give a fuck about all that. After tonight – after watching her fight while I stood there completely useless as she faced that witch alone, something inside of me snapped.
I could have lost her.
I release her thigh, sliding my hand up her waist and back, not caring that I’m leaving a trail of blood behind, beforetangling my fingers into her thick, glossy curls, tilting her head back and forcing her to look at me.
She does, her wide, gorgeous doe eyes lock with mine, her plump lips parted, chest rising and falling too fast.
Big fucking mistake.
Her pupils are dark and hazy beneath her thick lashes, coated with something dangerously tempting.
Fuck…
I can’t look away. And then her gaze drops to my mouth, her eyes glimmering, almost as if she is begging me for something.
Don’t do that...
A soft sigh escapes her, and my control slips; it’s on the brink of shattering.
I drag my eyes away from her face, but that doesn’t help either, as my gaze roams over her in my hoodie. She’s small compared to me, but her assets are anything but. Her bare thighs are exposed: smooth, sexy and warm. I clench my jaw, dragging my eyes to her inner thighs, not caring that she can see exactly how I’m checking her out.
I know I shouldn’t. I know I’m playing with fire, but right now I don’t care if I burn.
Her hand trails slowly down my waist, trembling ever so slightly until she presses it against my abdomen. Pleasure shoots through me like a live wire, tightening every muscle in my body.
Fuck.
I don’t move. I can’t. Every ounce of restraint I have is balancing on a knife’s edge. But she doesn’t move her hand. Instead, her fingers splay against my abs, feeling them as if testing how much further she can push me, and I swear to thefucking Goddess if she goes any lower…
Her hand moves a mere cm lower, and I grip her throat. Not too tight, but tight enough to make her breath catch. She gasps softly, her heart rate speeding up, her breasts rising and falling even more heavily, and a soft whimper escapes her, a sound that goes straight to my cock.
“Jayce…”
