Obsession Untamed (Feral Warriors #2)(42)

His tattered soul sang as her mouth left his to trail kisses along his cheek and jaw, traveling down his neck, setting his skin aflame, lighting a fire with every soft, damp touch of her mouth.

But he forced himself to pull away. “Delaney.”

Her dark gaze swung to his. “I tried to stop you from driving into the trap. I couldn’t do it, Tighe. I couldn’t let them take you. But you knew I’d set you up. How?”

“I understand you.”

Those dark eyes studied him, a contrast of hard and soft. “You’re not angry?”

“That you endangered yourself, yes. But I understand why you did it. I respect why you did it. You’re loyal to your job and to a greater cause, which you believe in. You owe me nothing, D. Not even your trust.” He ran his palm over her soft hair. “But I can’t tell you I’m not glad you’d changed your mind about letting them nail me.”

Her palm lifted to lie warmly against his cheek, easing the tempest in his soul. “I shouldn’t trust you. I’m not sure I do trust you. But I care what happens to you.”

Tighe stroked her hair. “I’ve had the same thoughts, brown eyes. The exact same thoughts.”

“It’s as if…I need you.” She looked so confused, so lost. Again, almost exactly the way he felt himself.

And needing her was the worst possible thing he could do. Because there were only two ways this could end for them. One, was death. The second, if they managed to catch his clone before his soul completely disintegrated, was apart. He’d take her memories of him and send her back to her life while he turned back to his own. Unlike her, though, he wouldn’t forget. He’d never forget.

Goddess, but he didn’t want to let her go.

Tighe swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed she’d just vacated, depositing her in the middle and following her down as her arms opened to embrace him. The expression on her face was one of soft welcome and rough need. His breath caught as lust and tenderness barreled through him.

He covered her mouth again, needing to taste her. When he felt her hands move to tug his shirt out of his pants, his heart stuttered. Did she know what she was doing? Did he?

Her hand slid lower, between them, a single, soft stroke to his c**k through his pants. His eyes rolled back in his head at the exquisite pleasure and the desire that swamped him. When his body was capable of movement again, he lifted his hand and covered her breast, desperate to touch her. Without clothes. Goddess, he wanted her without clothes.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, his logical self warned him this wasn’t a good idea. She was human. Unacceptable as lover or mate. Worse, he could be riding the edge of chaos again at any moment. What if during the act of sex, as he lost control to the lovemaking, he lost control of himself? What if it shattered his soul once and for all?

Deep inside, the tiger shook its head. Making love to her was all that would keep him together.

Tighe pushed himself onto his knees and straddled her as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it. Then his fingers moved to her white blouse and quickly unbuttoned it, pushing aside the flaps to reveal a tan lace bra covering firm mounds, the dark ni**les just peeking through.

Heat surged inside him, sending the blood pumping straight to his erection.

With a quick flick, he unlatched the front clasp of her lacey bra, unwrapping her soft, full br**sts for his waiting eyes.

She was beautiful. Beautiful. He covered those perfect mounds with his hands, feeling the hard nubs graze his palms. His fingers pressed into the softness that molded to his shaking hands, drawing a low moan of desire from Delaney’s throat. He squeezed her br**sts, then pinched her ni**les. Not too hard, but hard enough to elicit a gasp. He moved down on her, his head dipping to take one plump nipple into his mouth, stroking the hard nub with his tongue as his hand squeezed and kneaded the other.

“Tighe.” His name on her lips was soft as a breath and filled with such need he thought he might lose it then and there. “I want you inside me.”

With a last flick of his tongue over the hard bud, he lifted his face to peer down into hers. His breath caught at the need he saw in her face.

Her fingers rose to spread over his chest. A groan escaped his throat for one hot moment, before he dipped his head and took her other breast in his mouth.

Inside her. It was the only place he wanted to be, but he needed more. He needed everything. To touch every inch of her. To taste every part of her.

Now. He had to taste her now.

Tighe moved back and unfastened her belt and pants with shaking fingers, then yanked them off her, hooking his fingers into her panties and removing them at the same time, baring her long legs to his hungry gaze. Long legs tipped with dark socks and an ankle holster.

With a hungry grin, he removed the last articles of clothing, then sat back and stared at her.

Sweet thunder. His palms slid up those long legs, his palms rough against her satin flesh as he traced her trim calves, her knees. His thumbs brushed the insides of her thighs, eliciting a gasp from her, sending his pulse rate soaring.

Gripping her legs just above the knee, he opened her, lifting her knees and spreading her wide, like parting twin doors to reveal the treasure inside. His heart nearly stopped beating at the perfection revealed to his seeking gaze. Nestled between slender thighs, she was perfect. Swollen, open, and as dewy as a flower at dawn.

“Tighe.” Her voice throbbed with desire.