Darkness Rises(90)

“Really?”
“Yes. I’m over two hundred years old, Krysta, and have never been so drawn to a woman before, so consumed by thoughts of her or longings for her. I’m falling in love for the first time in my long existence. It’s rather . . . daunting.” Confessing it was even more so.
Reaching up, she pressed her palm to his cheek.
He turned into her touch, nuzzling her soft skin.
“What are we going to do about it?” she asked softly.
“I know what I want to do about it,” he said.
“What?”
“This.” Dipping his head, he brushed his lips against hers.
Étienne hadn’t lied. He had never longed so much for a woman, her company, her touch . . . and that longing magnified a hundredfold when Krysta parted her lips and drew her tongue across his lower lip.
Flames licked his veins as he deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue with his own, eliciting a feminine moan. And, oh, what that moan did to him.#p#分页标题#e#
He tightened his hold, pressed her as close to him as he could get her, his body burning at every contact point.
Rising onto her toes, she locked her arms around his neck. His pulse raced as she combed her fingers through his hair and clenched them, giving a light tug, even as she rubbed her hips against his erection.
Oh, yeah.
A throaty laugh escaped her.
“What?” Urging her back against the wall, he slid one hand down over her tempting ass and ground her against him. Damn, she felt good.
“You project your thoughts when you’re turned on,” she purred.
He smiled. “So do you.”
Obeying one of those thoughts, which mirrored his own desires, he found one of her breasts with his free hand. Small and firm, it fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, just as he had known it would. He teased her nipple, hard beneath her shirt and sports bra. Stroked it. Pinched it.
She moaned and strained closer, her heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his own chest. More.
He lowered his fingers to the hem of her shirt, slipped his hand beneath it and smoothed it up her warm, satiny skin. Squeezing beneath her tight sports bra, he again palmed her breast.
She gasped. Releasing his hair, she lowered one hand to his chest.
At first, he thought she meant to stop him. She covered his hand with hers over her bra, squeezed. Then, she moved on, forging a burning path down his stomach to cup his heavy erection.
He groaned and thrust against her.
Smiling against his lips, she drew her hand back.
Étienne’s heart damned near stopped when she slid one leg up his and hooked it over his hip, opening herself to him. Urged on by her thoughts and her delicious body, he rocked against her.
Both moaned this time, loving it, needing it, equally frustrated by the cloth that separated them.
Trailing his lips across her cheek, he licked and kissed his way down to the soft skin at the base of her neck. “Wrap both legs around me,” he whispered.
Krysta’s already racing heart went wild at the hoarse request. Without hesitating, she jumped up and wrapped her other leg around his hips.
A breeze whipped her as their surroundings blurred. Then she found herself in another bedroom. Very masculine. Very posh. Very neat for the bedroom of a longtime bachelor.
She met Étienne’s glowing gaze.
“I want to make love to you,” he stated boldly.
She swallowed hard and nodded. She wanted it, too.
“Call me crazy,” he added, “but I didn’t want to do it in front of your brother.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, crap.” She had been crawling all over Étienne with Sean lying in bed just a few feet away. “How did you make me forget about him?”
He shook his head and strolled toward the bed, every movement creating lip-biting friction between their bodies. “I would have forgotten myself if my hearing weren’t acute enough to pick up his breathing and heartbeat.”
He stopped beside the bed.
Krysta lowered her legs to the floor and stood for a moment, staring up at him, her body tingling and aching for his touch.
“You can change your mind,” he murmured, so damned sweet and understanding it only made her want him more.
She shook her head. “I want this.” Again, she reached up and stroked his face, “I want you.”
For a moment, he looked so hungry for her she thought he might pounce.
Then a teasing gleam entered his luminous eyes. “Want to see a neat trick?”
Raising her eyebrows, she smiled. “Okay.”
He blurred. She felt a tug.
In a blink, they were both naked, clothing and weapons scattered around their feet.
He laughed. “I’ve never seen you so wide-eyed.”
“That is awesome!” she praised.
Grinning, he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.
Krysta shrieked with delight as he dove after her.