Zero Day Exploit (Bayou’s End #1.5) Read Free Page B

stripped her raw with a searing kiss, mating his tongue to hers until every liquid stroke turned her blood to molten gold.
    Fuck. Fuck . He destroyed her ability to think; the hard heat of his body caged her, the heavy weight of massive hands stroking over her hips, the heady flavors of coffee still clinging to his lips and mingling with that flashburn taste until she could spend hours drinking in every drop of him.
    He tore his mouth from hers and looked down at her, heat paling his eyes to a crackling green-white lightning strike that blazed right through her. “Fuck, Zoraya,” he breathed, the needy growl in his voice shivering down her spine to pool in a hot little knot just below the pit of her stomach. He released her hips to slide long, rough fingers up her arms to her shoulders, then drifted down once more to the zipper of her hoodie.
    Her mouth went dry as he dragged the zipper’s tongue all the way down, one agonizing inch at a time. Thick knuckles brushed the underside of her breast, just enough to tease with a grazing touch that made her suck in her breath. As the hoodie parted he slid his hands inside, framing her waist. His fingers encircled her almost fully, scorching. He dragged her close, tight against him, until the hard ridge of his need pressed between them.
    She swallowed roughly, fingering his shirt. She wasn’t used to this. To the silent intensity of his regard, to the way he went for what he wanted with single-minded focus. She was more accustomed to the mouth-breathers of the world, smarmy assholes who thought sensuality was about lame one-liners and saying you like this, baby? Yeah, you like it while smacking her ass.
    Still he said nothing, only watching her with simmering question in his eyes, demanding an answer. Giving her a chance to say no. A chance to not do something reckless and pointless just because she’d had a bad day and wanted to take it out on him. A chance to put him out on her front doorstep and forget about him. Even as he leaned into her, his breath harsh and heavy between them…he was giving her a choice. Asking if she wanted to be horribly, wonderfully, painfully carefree for one delicious moment, and just let this happen.
    She curled her fingers against his neck, stroking the strong, tanned slope of muscle, and dragged his mouth down to hers.
    They crashed together, his mouth slanting hard against hers, the rough scrape of his beard teasing her skin to tingling sensitivity. She pushed his jacket down his shoulders and tore at the hem of his t-shirt, dragging it up. She needed the hard play of muscle under her hands, the fire of taut skin stretching over the sleek, toned muscle of a titan. The sound of skin to skin as she explored him made her shudder, mixing with the cadence of their rushed breaths in a whispered symphony of desire. The low growl building in his chest thrummed under her hands, trembled against her mouth, tore a gasp from her as she bit at the succulent firmness of his lower lip.
    He pulled back with a low snarl, licking his reddened lips and fixing her with a searing, fierce look—then descended on her like a ravenous beast, hot and wild as he blazed a path of nipping, stinging kisses down her jaw, her throat, stubble teasing and dragging, heightening each point of sweet pain to delicious agony. She let her head fall back against the wall, struggling for breath, her thoughts so clouded she could think of nothing but the fire nudging against her belly, the subtle movements of his hips that said he wanted her with a need he couldn’t restrain.
    His fingers found the button of her jeans and nearly tore it off. She arched into him as his palm spanned her stomach, imprinting its shape against her skin in electro-erotic outline, taunting her as he brushed the line of her panties yet moved no further. Back and forth, he traced that line between skin and lace with a fingertip as rough as raw leather.
    She dug her nails into his neck and hissed.