He just shakes his head.
“You’ve never had a woman in your bed in the morning?”
Another head shake.
“Surely, and obviously, you’ve been withwaymore than your fair share of women.”
“Yeah.” He holds my eyes. “Just never had one stay till morning.”
I can’t quite fathom what this means, in practical terms. The farthest my mind can take it is that he’s only ever hooked up, only ever had one-night stands, or whatever he likes to call it.
F-ing, knowing him.
I cling to his strong neck with one arm and drag my palm over the sandpaper stubble above his ear, and then trace my fingers behind his ear, over the shell, down the lobe, and then trace his jawline, ending my touching exploration of his breathtakingly, devastatingly handsome face at his lips—touching, tracing, outlining.
He sucks in a breath, brow furrowing. “You touch me like that, Myka…” he trails off, shaking his head.
“What, Rev? Finish the statement.”
“Makes me fuckin’crazy,” he growls. “Fire in my fuckin’ veins.”
“Show me,” I say, my own boldness shocking me silly.
My heart crashes in my chest, makes me tremble. The heat in his eyes shreds me, makes me shiver all over, sets my core to aching.
“Fuck,” he growls.
And then we’re moving. I hear voices—Kane, Chance, Lash—and then the voices stop.
“Rev, you can’t—” I hear Chance say.
“Brother—” Rev snaps over him. “Fuck off.”
We reach Rev’s door, which is standing open. I glance to my right as we cross the threshold—Chance is looking worried, Kane is amused, Lash is outright laughing.
He kicks his door closed and spins, presses me back against it. He’s been holding me like this for several minutes and is giving every indication he can continue to do so indefinitely.
There’s a pause, his nose slanted alongside mine, his breath on my lips. “Myka…” he whispers.
I palm his face. “Hi there, Rev,” I whisper back with a smile.
He growls wordlessly. “You’re so fuckin’ sweet it makes my teeth hurt.”
“Is that a good thing?” I ask.
He closes his eyes, forehead touching mine. “Fuck if I know.”
“I’ll take it as a good thing.”
He pulls back, eyes snapping open. Leans into me, his hips pinning me to the door. Stares at me a long moment.
And then he kisses me. As only Rev can, he kisses me. At once savage and tender, wild and delicate, rough and deep. All tongue and teeth and lips, demanding my wildness rise to meet his.
I do, because I must. When he kisses me like this, there’s no option but to meet him wild for wild. I cup his face in my hands and rub his sharp high cheekbones with my thumbs, my fingertips against his ears. He has one arm barred under my bottom, and the other clamps the back of my neck, hauling me close so he can ravage my mouth with frenzied need.
He growls into my mouth, pulling back. Breaking the kiss. Gasping.
“Fuck, Myka.” His thumb drags across my lips. “This fuckin’ mouth. What I want to do it…”
