On My Knees (Page 66)

On My Knees (Bridge #1)(66)
Author: Meredith Wild

“I think you’re forgetting who you’re talking to.”

“You’re doing it again.”

She frowned. “What?”

“Hiding,” I murmured. I traced the hard line of her jaw, the pulse of her neck, cupping my hand behind her nape. She pulled it away, a new fire in her eyes. I caught her palm, pressing it firmly against the door, then the other as she reached to push me off.

She glared at me, her nostrils flaring. I fought the urge to smile. She was so easy to rile these days. Despite the firm set of her perfectly pink mouth, her chest heaved. Her eyes shifted restlessly over me. Our lips nearly touched. My fire matched hers now, stoked with frustration and the need to fuck her, to possess her. I held her gaze, daring her to look away, to hide.

“So defiant.”

“Never what you expect.”

“No,” I admitted. “I wasn’t expecting fighting with you to turn me on, either.” I licked my lips, eager to taste her. But I held back, prolonging our stay in this tense middle ground.

“If fighting with me turns you on, then we have a serious problem.”

I smiled and released her from my hold, gliding my hands down the sides of her body and curving them over her ass. “Agreed. Then again, you could always put that spark to good use.” I pressed us closer.

“You should go,” she breathed, her eyes closing.

She could have said fuck me now for all the strength her words held.

“I made promises. I intend to keep them.” I caught her thigh, hooked it over my hip, and pressed her against the wall with a quiet thud. She gasped, her hands fisting in my shirt. I bridged the small space between us, sealing my mouth to hers. Our tongues tangled in a heated rush. I could taste her fire, the white-hot desire between us. I lifted her, wrapped her legs around my waist, and carried her to the bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

 

MAYA. He’d stripped us down in seconds, sinking me onto the bed beneath him. He rested his hard body between my legs. His caresses were firm, almost calculating, and so slowly rendered that they filled me with an intoxicating anticipation. His lips teased a slow path across my skin.

Goddamn it, he owned me too. I loved him and fucking hated him, how he never gave me the room I needed to run. I grasped feebly at his shoulders, pushing him away and pulling him to me at once.

He moved over me, undeterred. Skin against skin, he worked me over with his tongue, his lips, and the edge of his teeth until I was trembling, mindless with all the ways I wanted him.

“Beautiful…perfect.”

The love in his eyes when he said the words gutted me. The lusty rasp in his voice had me desperate, as desperate as he’d been earlier.

“And mine. You’re mine. Every feisty inch of you.” His fingertips dug into my ass, grinding my sex against his cock.

“Stop.” I pushed at him again. His words were killing me.

“Never stopping.” He dropped his lips to mine again, nibbling and sucking my lower lip. “Never leaving.”

The thought of him leaving cut through me, an old wound exposed. Everything wanted to pour out of me when he said things like that. I wrapped my arms around him, trapping him against me.

“I don’t want to think about any of that. The things you say… I can’t handle it.”

His caresses slowed as I spoke. “I can’t tell you you’re beautiful? That I love you so much it hurts?”

Fucking hell. I squeezed my eyes closed.

“Just…just want me, Cam. It doesn’t have to be about our past or how we feel.”

He paused. “Are you trying to tell me to shut up and fuck you?”

I held my breath at the crude delivery, my body arching into his infinitesimally, a silent answer. “Something like that.” A jagged breath left me.

Is that what I wanted? Something that meant a little less, so my heart didn’t explode from everything he was telling me right now? I tightened the hook of my leg around his hip, urging him to me.

His body was frozen against mine. Hesitation and lust swam in his eyes. Yes. I wanted raw and intense. I wanted to be fucked, to disappear in the blinding surge of sensation that I’d known not so long ago.

“I’ll fuck you, Maya. Within an inch of your life if that’s what you want, but you need to know there’s more between us than that. I’ve lived that kind of life, believe me. A warm body is just that, a warm loveless body. You’ll never be that for me.”

His lips feathered over the wild beating of my chest, my heart pounding against its walls. I blocked out the sounds. My jagged breathing. My heart. His voice.