Slay (Storm MC 4)

I watched as lightness crossed his face while he talked about Madison. It looked good on him. “And your brother?”

He sighed. “That’s a hard relationship. We’re not close, but we are in contact.”

I stopped tracing patterns on his hand and squeezed it instead. “Madison sounds wonderful,” I said softly.

He allowed himself a smile. “She’s the kind of woman who loves to drive you crazy with her demands, but I wouldn’t have her any other way.”

I returned his smile. “You deserve that.”

He stilled at my words and I wasn’t sure what I’d said wrong. Letting go of my hand, he stood. He grabbed the bottle of scotch and his glass from the table and stalked to the bar with them. After he gave them to Jess, he stalked back to me. The feral look in his eyes shot straight to my core. God, I want him.

I stood and waited for him. When he moved into my space, he slid a h

and around my waist and pulled me to him. His hand snaked all the way around to my ass and he dipped it to curve around one of my cheeks. His other hand landed on my stomach and slowly made its way up to cup my breast, a finger pulling the top of my t-shirt down so he could run his finger along my skin.

My body burned with desire, and when he moved his hand to slide it up under my tee to cup my breast, I wondered if I might explode from the desire. His strong fingers kneaded me and I imagined how good they would feel all over my body.

“I want you,” he growled. Then his hand glided down my body to my pussy where it stilled. “Now,” he commanded in that voice of his that said he’d take what he wanted and to hell with what anyone said.

Oh, fuck me.

I closed my eyes and swayed a little while his hand remained firm on my pussy. The thought briefly crossed my mind that we were in public, but I couldn’t bring myself to worry about people watching; his hand felt too damn good on me. He rubbed it up and down me until I couldn’t take it any longer, and I reached down, stopping him. I opened my eyes and found him staring into my face with a look of pure need. “Upstairs,” I breathed out, and his nostrils flared.

He let me go, and I led him up to my bedroom. As he followed me into my room, he kicked the door shut and reached his hand around my waist. Next minute, my back was against his front and his lips were on the back of my neck.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he trailed kisses up my neck. His spare hand came up to cup my face and turn it to the side so he could press a kiss to my lips.

He tasted like scotch and home. I hardly knew this man, and yet, I knew him like the back of my hand. He kissed me slowly at first, letting our lips and tongues explore each other. Slowly, he deepened the kiss until I was begging him with my mouth to take me harder, at which point he growled into my mouth and turned me in his arms so our fronts were pressed hard against each other. He pulled his lips from mine for a moment and stared at me. “How hard do you want this?”

I grasped his head with both hands, ground myself against him and pulled his face back to mine. “As hard as you wanna give it.”

He hissed; his desire for that was clear in his eyes. Strong hands moved down to cup my ass, his grip hard, and he rasped, “You sure you know what you’re asking for, baby?”

Baby.

That word from his mouth was like a match to my flame.

I wanted this man more than I’d wanted any man.

I wanted to sink into him, to take everything from him, to let him take everything from me.

Oh god, where was this going to end up?

He was danger in all its glory, and yet he was safety and shelter at the same time. I knew that in my bones. And I knew I wanted it all.

“Yes,” I finally said.

Determination flared in his eyes, and a growl came from his chest. He kissed me again, his lips insistent against mine. I opened my mouth to his and he devoured me with a force that threatened to steal my breath away.

When he broke the kiss, he let me go and took a step away from me. Hungry eyes feasted on me and I enjoyed the thrill, knowing this powerful man wanted me. Me.

He pulled his t-shirt off and I sucked in a breath when his rock hard muscles were revealed to me. I let my gaze roam over them as I committed his body to memory. Ink covered one side of his chest in a tribal tattoo of some sort. It extended down his arm as well.

Arm Porn.

Jess was right when she compared Donovan’s arms to porn. I could barely tear my gaze away from them. They mesmerised me and held my attention until his voice broke the spell.

“Take your top off,” he commanded in a rough voice.