Burned Deep (Burned 1)

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you every single night. It’s been hell. Like nothing I’ve ever known. You didn’t return my calls, my texts. Amano told me not to go to your townhome. He warned me. That, Ari—that was damn-near impossible. To stay away. But he said you didn’t want me there, didn’t want the help I sent, either.”

“I had to get through it on my own. But, Dane, that’s all over. Now … Please, I can’t stand another second without you kissing me, without you inside me.”

His next kiss was an intense, searing one. His tongue delved deep and his arms crushed me to him.

No doubt I left scratches as my hands slid to his back and I held on tight. But it wasn’t enough.

Tearing my mouth from his, I said, “Right here, Dane. Right now.”

My chest rose and fell harshly. Desire ran rampant. I wanted him more fiercely than ever before.

I shoved his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, letting it drop to the floor. He discarded mine as well, then lifted the tank top over my head, tossing it aside. He deftly worked the button fly of my jeans and yanked the denim down my legs, pausing to slip off my shoes and socks.

His hands skimmed up to my thighs as he knelt in front of me. He stared up into my eyes for several erratic heartbeats. Then he palmed my ass cheeks and his head dipped to the apex of my legs. He inhaled deeply.

I moaned.

His mouth pressed to my sex, his tongue sliding over my lace-covered lips. Excitement shot through me.

But a dark, incessant need claimed me. In a quiet, demanding voice, I said, “You have to be inside me. Now.”

He took my hand and pulled me down to the thick area rug with him. He unfastened my bra and then guided me down, reaching above my head toward a chair where he snagged a pillow. As I lay back, he whisked off my panties and his clothes. I got lost in the beauty of him. His edgy perfection. His magnificence.

My hands roved his body, over his smooth skin. My pulse raced as his muscles tensed beneath my touch and his eyes blazed.

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bsp; “I can’t live without this,” I said.

He swallowed hard. “You don’t have to. I swear it.”

My hand swept up to his neck and I tugged him forward. His lips grazed mine and fire ignited low in my belly.

“I want to feel you,” I said, our gazes locked.

His emerald irises glowed seductively. “Are you saying—”

“I started the Pill after that first night here. It’s hasn’t been three months, but I think it’s an okay time. If I count correctly.”

“And if your math’s not so hot?”

I didn’t say anything. Safe Aria Lynne DeMille was not the Russian roulette type. But I had to have him this way. Just as he’d always wanted all of me, I wanted that in turn. Was desperate for it.

So I kissed him and let him decide.

His hand slid around to my back, pressing me against him as my spine arched. My breasts nestled under his pecs. Our legs tangled, as did our tongues. His kiss went on and on, a sizzling, revealing one. He would give me whatever I asked for, whatever I wanted. Of that I had no doubt. Especially when we’d both suffered so much from being apart.

My fingers threaded in his hair and I felt his erection against my hip. I drowned in ecstasy, and that was how I knew I’d made the right choice by coming here tonight. Because nothing else registered in my mind. Nothing else mattered to me. Except the moments when the world melted away and all that existed was the two of us.

Dragging my mouth from his, I murmured, “I want to feel you come inside me.”

He let out a low sigh. So intimate and sexy, it sent a tremor through me and a flicker of heat against my clit.

His gaze captured mine again and he stared deep as he sank into me. My breath caught. Every delicious inch of him filled me. My hips rose to meet his unhurried, provocative thrusts, our eyes still searching, agreeing, accepting.

He made love to me slowly, intensely. Passion sparked in my core and spread out, flowing languidly, enticingly, through my veins.

Dane held me to him. I held him to me. We never broke the eye contact.