He stole the breath from her lungs, replaced it with his. Took her cries and passion, returned them threefold. He filled her senses, drugged her with his supremacy, intoxicated her with his potency, turned her wanton and reckless, like an addict, crazed and wanting more. Willing to do anything to get her fill of him.
The material of his touristy Hawaiian shirt abraded her nipples, reminding Syn that while she was bared to him, Ice had yet to remove a single piece of clothing.
To hell with that.
Fisting her hands in the hideous shirt, she pulled once, twice, nothing. He pushed up slightly as she let loose a primal roar and pulled a third time, thrilled by the satisfying rending sound accompanied by the soft thud of buttons hitting her torso.
His eyes closed, a muscle ticked in his tightly clenched jaw, and a harsh breath hissed from between gritted teeth as he struggled for restraint. God, he was magnificent. The sight of him fighting what she did to him, aroused to the point of pain and holding himself in check, ignited her like a match to gasoline. Her need for him redlined.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she dug her fingernails into corded sinew and bared her teeth. “Don’t you fucking hold back from me,” she gritted out.
His eyelids snapped open, and that sharp gaze locked on hers, searching for the truth in her words. A frighteningly wicked grin slowly curved his sumptuous lips upward. “Fuck yeah, babe. Let it out. Take what you want. What you need.”
She met his feral gaze, knowing she was courting trouble and diving in headfirst. “I want you, Sam. Every bit of you.”
He tensed a little when she said his name, considered her for a moment then his grin kicked up, turned megawatt voltage, dazzling her. “You think you can handle all of me?”
“Bring it, Master Chief.”
Chapter Three
Ice felt the thin veneer of civility protecting the rest of the world from the pure animal within shatter. She’d done it now—succeeded where all others had failed and pushed past the limits of his restraint.
Syn wanted it all? He hoped she didn’t regret it in the morning because there was no turning back.
He dragged the remnants of the shirt from his chest. Christ, she had no idea how much ripping at his clothes turned him on. Dragging her claws from his back, he wound the tattered material around her wrists and had her tied to the headboard before she knew what happened.
Syn gave a hard tug, testing the bonds, but didn’t protest, and the glint of challenge in those big green eyes remained intact.
“Mine,” he declared.
She was getting every possessive caveman inch of him. He seared her soft skin with his heated gaze and thrilled in her whimpers as she writhed beneath him. She panted for breath causing those full, stunning breasts to jiggle enticingly.
“Say it.” He needed the words. Had to hear her admit she belonged to him.
“You’re mine,” she taunted.
Every muscle tightened as his temperature rose, heated blood pounding within his veins. Continuing to push was a bad idea. Obviously she came to the same conclusion because Syn gave in to his demand.
“And I’m yours.”
Three little words and the hard shell of ice surrounding his heart melted faster than a Popsicle on the fourth of July.
He gave her his weight, holding nothing back. Fell on her like a man starved, ravenous in his hunger, determined to devour her, take her into himself and make her a part of him. Cupping her breasts, he kneaded and plumped, squeezed her nipples between his fingers, tugged to give her that sharp erotic bite she enjoyed. Surrendering to whim, he pressed his face between the pillowy mounds, rubbed his beard-stubbled jaw over her sensitive skin and blew out a hard breath, motor boating her tits. Juvenile, yes, but this was him, raw uncivilized and off the chain.
A hard nipple pressed against the corner of his lips. Turning his head, Ice sucked it into his mouth, drawing hard, taking as much of her as possible. He swirled his tongue, tasting each little bump around her areola before pinning her nipple against the roof of his mouth and raking his teeth over the distended peak. Keeping her breasts pressed close together, he moved between her nipples, licking, sucking, and nibbling her delicious flesh in a relentless barrage on her senses that had her hips rocking restlessly into him.
“Ice,” she cried. “I need you.”
Pushing up on his arms, he stared down at her flushed face, flashing his most devious grin. “You got me, babe.” She had more of him than she realized.
Syn groaned. “Your cock. I need your cock. In me. Now.”
“Oh, yeah?” He rose on his knees, popped the button of his jeans, and lowered the zipper. His cock sprang free, and he wrapped a fist around the aching length, watching her pupils expand with desire, that greedy green gaze observing his every movement.