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continues toward mine.

Rubbing my lips together, I turn to face him, my door behind me as he refuses to give me any

space, crowding me in as he leans close.

“What is it about you, Rhea Harrington, that makes me want to tear every fiber of your clothing off

and feast on you for days?” he asks, my blood heating at his words as I stare up at him.

“That’s nothing to do with me, and everything to do with the incubus magic inside you,” I retort,

trying to tamper down the sexual tension rising between us, but he doesn’t let me, shaking his head as

he somehow moves closer, pressing me into the door.

My hands rise to his chest, not to push him away, but to feel him beneath my skin. It’s like we’re

frozen in position, locked in each other's grasp as our lips collide. A moan breaks past my lips, my

body igniting at his touch as his hands find my hips, squeezing as he pins me against the door.

He consumes me effortlessly, every ounce of me desperate for more as I reach a hand down

between us, running it over his crotch, groaning at the material separating us. The growl that tears

from his lips surprises me, and he quickly pulls my hand away, breathing against my lips. “You’re

going to make me blow like I’m not a fucking God at this,” he grumbles, and I chuckle at the irony of

his words as he pins my hands at my side, crashing his mouth to mine again.

But in slow motion, my world fucking tilts.

I don’t fight his hold on my wrists, letting him pin them to the door behind me, palms first, but it

suddenly swings open at the simple touch.

“Ahh,” I squeak against his lips as we crash to the floor, but he somehow manages to wrap his

arms around me and turn us so he takes the brunt of the fall, hitting the floor with a thud and I land on

top of him.

I gape down in surprise at him, my hair falling loose from my ponytail, framing my face as I try to

catch my breath.

His eyes are blown, need coursing through them, they match my own as we stare intimately at

each other. I don’t want this to end, I don’t want this fall to break the moment, and to my relief, it

doesn’t.

“I’m done dancing around us. I need you, and I need you now, tell me to stop or I’m slamming that

door shut and laying you on your bed to do with as I please.” His voice is husky, dripping in desire,

and I don’t even consider my answer before it falls from my lips.

“That better not be an empty threat.”

He laughs, running his tongue over his bottom lip as his pupils somehow get smaller. “You’re

about to find out I don’t make threats, Rhea. I make promises.”





Chapter 32

Adonis

I t’s impossible to fight this feeling any longer, this clear pull I feel toward Rhea with little effort

on her part. Fuck, I don’t even have enhanced senses like Xander, and yet I can smell her

everywhere. But right now, with her sprawled over me, pushing me to take control of the

situation, she is fucking intoxicating.

With one hand cupping her chin, and the other at her waist, she keeps her hands against my chest

as I roll us over on the carpet. We’re still in her doorway, and anyone could walk by, but I just can’t

bring myself to give a shit.

None.

But the thought of someone other than my brothers or me seeing her naked sends a boost of anger

coursing through my body, and immediately has me rising to my feet. Holding my hand out to her, she

slips her fingers in mine and I lift her up, kicking her bedroom door shut behind me as I stare into her

sparkling blue eyes.

I’ve been a total goner for her since the moment she slipped into the bathroom, watching as I

jerked off. I should have known then. It took me far longer than I care to admit that I feel something for

her, but it’s easy to see how I’ve known all along, or hinted to those around me, that I felt something

more for her.

As Zen so kindly pointed out earlier, murmuring in my ear a question that I haven’t been able to

stop thinking about since. “Since she arrived, Adonis. How many women have you slept with?”

None.

Fucking none.

I’ve gotten all too familiar with the palm of my hand, coming at the thought of her, and now I’m

going to take her as mine.

Finally.

Standing so close, our breaths mingling together between us as our chests heave in sync, I tighten

my hold on her hand and pull her toward our adjoining bathroom. She moves seamlessly with me, but

there’s a slight pull of tension in her arm.

“We don’t have to go to your room, my bed’s right…” her words trail off as I draw us to a stop in

the bathroom, placing her back against the vanity and peering into her eyes.

“I’ve wanted to feel you shatter around my cock since the first time I saw you. Tell me where that

was, Rhea,” I murmur, brushing a loose tendril of hair back from her face, before I take my glasses off

and place them down behind her.

“In here, we first saw each other in here,” she says breathlessly, and I grin, trailing a finger down