Alpha One (Shadow Agents 1)

Now it was her turn to grab him. Juliana’s hands curled around his shoulders.

Logan froze. “Julie...”

“I did lie.” They both knew it.

His pupils seemed to burn away the blue in his gaze.

“I still want you.”

The muscles beneath her hands tensed. Like steel. “And I’m dying for a taste of you....” He moaned, then his mouth was on hers. Not easy. Not tender. Not like before.

So long ago.

This was different.

His tongue swept into her mouth. Took. Tasted.

He was different.

Her nails sank into his skin.

She was different.

The faint stubble on his jaw brushed against her. She liked the rough feel of it on her flesh, liked his taste even more. Her breasts were pushing against his chest, even as her hips arched against him.

The need inside, the need she’d wanted to hold in check, was breaking through, bursting like water out of a dam. She couldn’t hold back, and right then, Juliana wasn’t even sure why she should hold back. Pride?

Fear?

His mouth tore from hers. His lips pressed against her throat. He used the edge of his teeth. Her eyes fell closed, and she couldn’t hold back her own moan.

“Missed...you...” His words were rough.

Her gaze flew open, but he was already sliding down her body. His fingers had eased under her T-shirt. Rough, calloused fingertips swept over her stomach, sliding over the flesh, shoving up the shirt and baring her to his hungry stare. Then he was touching her breast, stroking the hard tip and making her shudder.

Making her want him even more.

“Stop me,” he told her as his left hand fisted her shirt. His right hand kept caressing her.

She didn’t stop him. Instead, Juliana whispered, “I want your mouth...on me.” In the midst of a nightmare, why couldn’t she have her pleasure?

If death was stalking her, then she’d take the life that she could. The pleasure that was right before her.

Logan.

Then his mouth was on her breast. Not some tentative kiss. His lips closed over her. He sucked, licked, and the hand that had been stroking her slid back down now, heading over her stomach, down to the waistband of her shorts.

Goose bumps rose on her flesh. Need electrified her blood. Every breath brought in his scent, filling her with him. She was touching him, learning the hard planes and angles of his muscled body once again. He was bigger now. Stronger.

She wanted to kiss that tattoo.

His fingers brushed against the waistband of her shorts. “Juliana...” he rumbled against her breast.

She arched her hips. There was no stopping. Not now. There was only need. Pleasure was so close, just out of reach.

She caught his hand. Pressed it against her. “I want you.”

His gaze blasted her. “And I’d kill to have you.”