Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(81)

You look like you. I love the way you look, everything about the way you look, especially the hourglass right here and in your hair.


His hand cupped the patch of curls, fingers curling, finding her warm, wet entrance. His thumb brushed across all that damp heat. For him. Satisfaction eased some of the tightness in his gut. In spite of her nerves, she hadn’t pulled away, and her body responded to his closeness. More, when he slid a finger into her, her body clamped down hard, trying to hold him inside, trying to take him deeper.


She was tight. Hot and tight. He was big and getting inside her might be a challenge, especially because he didn’t want to hurt her. He turned more fully into her, one arm pinning her against him, fastening her there, as if he was afraid she would try to get away. He slid his finger out of her and brought it to his mouth. Her eyes, watching him, went wide and darkened with desire.


You look exotic, Cayenne. Beautiful and exotic. You taste the way you look. I want you until I can’t think of much else. I am going to devour you, baby. I’ve suddenly got a ravenous hunger for your taste.


I would very much like that, Trap.


He heard the but in her voice. Felt it in his mind.


He nuzzled her breast again, afraid of losing her to fear. You’re supposed to like it. I want you to love everything I do to you. He licked along her nipple and then used his teeth to tug, unable to resist. Are you afraid?


I’m nervous, she admitted. Really nervous, but I can feel how much you want this.


He knew it would be impossible for her not to feel how hard he was. How hot and ready. His cock was pushing hard against her hip, the blood pounding, engorged and hungry for her. He hadn’t tried to hide that from her. He wanted her to know what he was like. More, she was in his mind and she couldn’t help but feel the jackhammers tripping in his brain and know he had to have her.


I want you to want it too, baby. I like sex, Cayenne. I f*cking love sex. When I come off a project, that’s all I can think about. Now, with you close to me, it’s the same way, but far worse, far more urgent and only for you. I want you every minute of the day. I’m walking around with a f*cking hard-on and it’s damn painful. I’m not going to lie to you. I’m going to want you all the time.


She didn’t tense up at his warning – and it was a warning. He wanted her with every cell in his body. He knew once he had her, it wouldn’t be enough. He’d want more. All the time. Just her scent called to him. When her body was close, it was impossible to ignore his body’s reaction to her.


You have to be certain, Cayenne. This is about both of us, not just me and what I want. You have to want and need this every bit as much as I do.


I think you can tell I want it too.


He pressed his mouth to her silken skin. He loved the feel of her against him. There was nothing like warm silk. He couldn’t help wondering if she would feel like silk inside her tight, feminine sheath, surrounding him, massaging his hard cock with silken fingers.


What is it then, baby? If you want me too, what is your “but,” because there is one, I can feel it in your mind.


Her tongue touched her bottom lip. Licked. Then her top one. Moistening both. I love that you’re hungry for me, Trap, but I’m just as hungry for you. I dreamt of taking your cock in my mouth again. I love the feel of you. Velvet yet so hot and hard.


At her admission, his cock jerked hard. A fireball rushed through his body and seemed to lodge in his pulsating shaft. He lifted his head to look into her eyes, but his gaze fell on her mouth. That mouth had taken him to paradise. She had full lips. Pouty. A perfect bow. Sinful and tempting. He had loved watching her take his cock, her mouth stretched around him, working him. He bent to take her mouth with his.


I’ll give you any f*cking thing you want, baby. You name it, it’s yours.


She opened for him instantly, her response hot. Fire burned through him. His veins ignited. His heart hammered right through his cock. Beating hard. Jerking and pulsing with hunger. He was used to that, but not like this. Not with this terrible brutal unrelenting need pounding through his body and centering in his groin. Heavy and aching beyond anything he’d ever known.


Then I want to go first. I have a feeling once you get started, I won’t be getting my turn for a very long time.


She was not wrong about that. He kissed her over and over, drowning in her. Coaxing her response at first. She followed his lead easily, learning fast. Sex had always been great, but he’d never felt like this before. So on edge. So hungry. Desperate for her taste. He had planned to devour her, and he was doing just that.


Her mouth moved under his. Sweet. So sweet. A promise of paradise. Her hands slid up his chest and one curled around his neck. The other hand crept into his hair, fingers tunneling into the unruly mass. Her response added a new element, so that he deepened the kiss, his heart fluttering strangely. His arms pulled her close, locking her to him, but with a tenderness he hadn’t known he was capable of.


Baby, you want to go first, I’m going to give you that, but when I say you’re done, you stop. I’m going to be inside you when I get off. He was going to explode. The rockets were going off already. Everywhere in his body, hot blood surged. Cells were alive and firing. Fingers of lust, mixed with something far sweeter and heavier, danced up his legs and down his chest, centering in his groin, where hunger and need mixed into one throbbing, hard spike.