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not in the way he was thinking. Ever since last night, she hadn’t been able to get him off her mind. Even something as mundane as finding some clothes to fit him left her shaking and needy as she imagined stripping him out of everything she saw on the racks.
Not since she was a hormonal teenager had she been so distracted by a man. Of course Toren wasn’t just any man. He was way beyond average, both in looks and his skill in bed. He’d made her feel things that she hadn’t even known were possible. Maybe with anyone else they wouldn’t be.
He stared at her mouth and gripped her hips in his big hands. “I remember the feel of you. Your skin shapes itself to me as if made for that very thing.”
His hands slid up, dipping beneath the hem of her shirt. The heat of his fingers was startling and intense, making her shiver. He left paths of glowing sensation in his wake as he pulled her down toward him.
Adria knew where this was going. His direct, hungry gaze gave away his intentions. What startled her was the answering call within her—the one that made her feel all soft and deliciously weak.
“We should stop,” she whispered, though the ache twisting at her core rebelled at the idea.
He said nothing. His hands crossed her back to cup her shoulders, and drew her down into his embrace.
She went where he led and straddled his lap, pressing her palms against his bare chest. Heat radiated up her arms, warming away the chill from her trip outside.
His mouth settled on hers, and her whole body quivered in celebration. A languid, heavy weight fell over her, pinning her in place as she kissed him back. The wild taste of him went to her head, making her dizzy. His scent made memories of the two of them naked and entwined blaze in her mind. All other thoughts evaporated, leaving her free to dive into the fiery need lighting her up.
Toren’s grip tightened. His kisses grew more urgent and demanding.
“Need more,” he said into her mouth, his tone leaving no room for question. “All of you.”
“Yes,” was all she could manage to say. There was nothing else she could have said in the face of so much need. Whatever he would take, she wanted to give. The thrill of letting go tickled through her, heightening her senses. She could smell the earthy scent of his skin, touched with something desperate and wild. Her own rapid breaths melding with his made her more aware of the way they were spinning out of control.
Everything was moving too fast, but she delighted in the powerful tide, letting it sweep her away from the things that darkened her world.
With Toren, there was only brightness—the two of them burning hot and fast, reveling in the way the flames consumed them.
A rush of energy charged through the room. One moment she was fully clothed, and the next the threads against her skin dissipated like mist under the sun. The cool air of the cabin swirled around her, but the heat coming off Toren was more than enough to keep her warm. Her sudden lack of clothing was just one more mystery cast aside as unimportant and not worth her attention.
She kissed his neck and shoulders, digging her fingernails against his hard skin. There was no give to him anywhere, just bulging muscles shifting beneath hot flesh.
His hair stroked her face like the softest brush, lighting up nerve endings as it passed. Magic seemed to trickle from every strand, tingling through her and moving down to her abdomen to the empty ache only he could ease.
Adria didn’t want to wait anymore. She was ready for him, soft, wet and hungry. And he was ready for her, his erection thick and hot as it rubbed against her belly.
Toren dipped his head and pressed blazing, openmouthed kisses over her heart. His tongue swirled and trembled, causing a rioting, clawing need to pull the strength from her limbs.
She went limp in his arms, unable to keep her bones from melting in the face of so much pleasure. He caught her and lifted her up. She didn’t care
Not since she was a hormonal teenager had she been so distracted by a man. Of course Toren wasn’t just any man. He was way beyond average, both in looks and his skill in bed. He’d made her feel things that she hadn’t even known were possible. Maybe with anyone else they wouldn’t be.
He stared at her mouth and gripped her hips in his big hands. “I remember the feel of you. Your skin shapes itself to me as if made for that very thing.”
His hands slid up, dipping beneath the hem of her shirt. The heat of his fingers was startling and intense, making her shiver. He left paths of glowing sensation in his wake as he pulled her down toward him.
Adria knew where this was going. His direct, hungry gaze gave away his intentions. What startled her was the answering call within her—the one that made her feel all soft and deliciously weak.
“We should stop,” she whispered, though the ache twisting at her core rebelled at the idea.
He said nothing. His hands crossed her back to cup her shoulders, and drew her down into his embrace.
She went where he led and straddled his lap, pressing her palms against his bare chest. Heat radiated up her arms, warming away the chill from her trip outside.
His mouth settled on hers, and her whole body quivered in celebration. A languid, heavy weight fell over her, pinning her in place as she kissed him back. The wild taste of him went to her head, making her dizzy. His scent made memories of the two of them naked and entwined blaze in her mind. All other thoughts evaporated, leaving her free to dive into the fiery need lighting her up.
Toren’s grip tightened. His kisses grew more urgent and demanding.
“Need more,” he said into her mouth, his tone leaving no room for question. “All of you.”
“Yes,” was all she could manage to say. There was nothing else she could have said in the face of so much need. Whatever he would take, she wanted to give. The thrill of letting go tickled through her, heightening her senses. She could smell the earthy scent of his skin, touched with something desperate and wild. Her own rapid breaths melding with his made her more aware of the way they were spinning out of control.
Everything was moving too fast, but she delighted in the powerful tide, letting it sweep her away from the things that darkened her world.
With Toren, there was only brightness—the two of them burning hot and fast, reveling in the way the flames consumed them.
A rush of energy charged through the room. One moment she was fully clothed, and the next the threads against her skin dissipated like mist under the sun. The cool air of the cabin swirled around her, but the heat coming off Toren was more than enough to keep her warm. Her sudden lack of clothing was just one more mystery cast aside as unimportant and not worth her attention.
She kissed his neck and shoulders, digging her fingernails against his hard skin. There was no give to him anywhere, just bulging muscles shifting beneath hot flesh.
His hair stroked her face like the softest brush, lighting up nerve endings as it passed. Magic seemed to trickle from every strand, tingling through her and moving down to her abdomen to the empty ache only he could ease.
Adria didn’t want to wait anymore. She was ready for him, soft, wet and hungry. And he was ready for her, his erection thick and hot as it rubbed against her belly.
Toren dipped his head and pressed blazing, openmouthed kisses over her heart. His tongue swirled and trembled, causing a rioting, clawing need to pull the strength from her limbs.
She went limp in his arms, unable to keep her bones from melting in the face of so much pleasure. He caught her and lifted her up. She didn’t care
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