The Heathen (Preacher Brothers 2)

Before I knew what was happening, Cullen had me in his arms and had us in my bedroom. He set me on the bed and took a step back, and all I could do was watch him, stare up at this larger-than-life man who consumed my entire world.

“The way you’re looking at me is very dangerous, Kimber.” His voice was low and rough, like sandpaper moving along my body, and I couldn’t help but shiver.

God, his voice did crazy-good things to me.

“What way?” I whispered, honestly unsure what he meant. I curled my fingers into the comforter, wanting to touch him, wanting to pull him closer and feel his body on mine once more.

I was definitely playing with fire where he was concerned, but the truth was I didn’t give a shit. I wanted to get burned by Cullen.

He took a step closer, his head slightly downcast, his eyes heavy-lidded as he stared right at me. “You’re looking at me like you want me to devour every inch of you.”

God. I did.

I do.

He took another step closer. “You’re looking at me like you want me to claim you until neither one of us can walk straight tomorrow.”

Oh. God.

Yes.

“Take off the shirt and bra, Kimber. Do it for me now.”

My heart pounded so hard I felt like it would tear right through my chest. I did as he commanded, never taking my gaze from him.

And then I was completely nude, bared in all sense of the word for Cullen.

He lowered his gaze to my lips. I couldn’t stop myself from licking them under the weight of his stare. They tingled, warmed for another taste of him.

He was so ruggedly handsome, so masculine and raw, that I wasn’t going to deny myself this chance to finally feel something for myself, to be selfish and just let go. I deserved it. God, I deserved this.

He lifted his eyes back to mine, and I saw the tightness of his expression. I knew he was fighting himself with this, maybe trying to talk himself out of it. I knew I had at some point too. It was natural when this sudden, intense situation was upon someone.

But then I saw the war we faced with each other leave his expression, like this visual weight moving away from him. He made this gruff sound and was on the bed a second later, pushing my thighs open farther so he could settle between them.

He gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger and tipped my head back, so we were forced to stare at each other. “Once we do this, there’s no going back, Kimber,” he said so softly I almost didn’t hear him. “I won’t be able to stop myself from having you.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” I didn’t try to speak louder. I whispered those words, knowing he’d hear them clear as day, as if I shouted them.

“Christ,” he growled out and then slammed his mouth on mine.

Kissing Cullen was like falling over the edge of a ravine and not caring if I ever hit the bottom. It was this weightless feeling, this sensation of being underwater but able to breathe.

We kissed for seemingly hours, and it felt incredible. I was soaked, so slicked I felt the bedspread beneath me dampen. But he pulled back far too soon, and I sucked in a gasp of air. My mouth tingled, felt swollen, and the spicy flavor of Cullen, the power he wielded, the fact that I knew he was a “bad guy” filled me with so much arousal I was gasping from it. I was drowning in it.

“I’m ready, Cullen. I’m so ready.” I was becoming frenzied, my flesh heating, my mind and body submitting to his will.

Cullen groaned and leaned in, his mouth once again so close to mine that I knew when he started speaking I’d be able to feel the brush of his lips against me.

Nothing else mattered except right now. Nothing else mattered but me and Cullen finally being together.

He cupped each side of my face, resting his elbows beside my head, his focus so clear, so intense. “Mine, Kimber.” His breath brushed along my lips, and a small sound left me involuntarily. Here and now, I felt helpless with this very dominant man, with the one person who made me feel… more.

I wanted to feel him slide his massive erection deep inside me. God, he felt huge, that thick length nestled between my legs, his denim not hiding how big he was. I ached to feel the stretch and burn of Cullen claiming my virginity.

“I want you,” I said on a breath, those words spilling from me on their own. “I want you, Cullen, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as much as I’ve wanted this.” I knew I hadn’t. I’d never felt this, been in this situation. I’d never even dreamed of this. We stared at each other, and he finally let out this deep sound that seemed to come from his chest. “I just want you to be with me.”