Savage Hunger(32)

With a low growl rumbling in his throat, he plunged his tongue past her lips, seeking the heat and sweetness inside that he knew he’d find.

Sienna’s startled cry slipped into a low moan, as her tongue grazed over his in a bold caress that set his blood further on fire.

So sweet. Their reunion   kiss was just as seductively addictive and forbidden as she had been all those years ago.

More. He needed more.

His mind was a near-empty slate, filled only with his desire and need for Sienna.

Gathering her tank top in his hand, he pushed it up, sliding his palm beneath it to touch bare skin. A shudder of appreciation rocketed through him at first contact. Silky. Hot. So soft and feminine.

He stroked his thumb over the indention of her navel, before moving his palm slowly up her middle toward the slope of her breast.

She whimpered against his mouth, her body arching into his touch.

Finally he reached his destination. The small weight of her fit easily into his hand, the nipple firming against the center of his palm.

Warrick couldn’t breathe, didn’t dare do anything that might break the absolute sensuality and relevance of this moment. He deepened the kiss and caught the tip between his fingers, and gave an approving growl as she cried out.

His blood rushed faster when she curled her tongue around his and sucked. With each frantic moan she made, his control slipped away little by little. The need for her consuming him and taking over any ability to think. Only the need to take her remained.

Her arousal reached his nostrils, a hedonistic call of her own passion and need. His fingers itched to touch her. To slip into the hot slickness he knew waited between her legs.

It took a moment for Warrick to realize that the guttural groan he heard wasn’t coming from Sienna anymore, and it pulled at his consciousness, tugging him back to reality.

He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds beyond Sienna’s pleasure.

Goddammit. The shifters were awake.

“All agents outside! Now!” Larson screamed from the other end of the house.

Warrick blinked hard and clenched his jaw, pulling abruptly away from Sienna. He tried to ignore her cry of disappointment, refusing to acknowledge the regret that screamed through every muscle in his body.

It was a damn sign that the shifters had awakened. If they hadn’t, he would’ve been screwing her silly within minutes. And God help him, but he’d never have forgiven himself afterward.

The noise from the barn grew louder as he climbed out of bed and grabbed his jeans. Sienna sat up hesitantly, clutching the sheet to her breasts.

“Where are you…?” Understanding replaced the glaze of arousal in her eyes as her head tilted and she listened to the sounds of the shifters outside. “They’re awake.”

“Yeah.” Warrick grunted. “They’re awake and from the sounds of it, not in a very good mood. Stay put, you’re safer inside.”

“Didn’t you say that the other night?” she asked warily, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face.

“Yeah, and I take full responsibility for what happened. But this time you’ll be safe. I mean it, Sienna. Promise me you won’t go outside.”

“Okay. I promise.” She gave a small nod and tugged the sheet higher over her chest.

Don’t think of how sexy she looks, with her cheeks flushed and her swollen lips. His heart slammed against his chest and he swallowed hard, trying to get his ability to think straight back. He was going to need to be quick on his feet the minute he left the house.

“Will you return?” she asked softly.

Warrick bit back a curse, knowing what she was asking even if she didn’t say it outright.

“Come on, Sienna. You know this can’t happen.” He shook his head and continued roughly, “We both just woke up hot and bothered—not completely surprising when you’re sharing a bed with someone of the opposite sex.”

She flinched. “Right. So you’re saying if it had been Larson I would’ve been all over him like fleas on a dog as well?”

That was not the fucking image he wanted in his head. Warrick damn near ripped his shirt by tugging it on so fiercely. He growled low in his throat, anger spiking his blood pressure as he headed toward the door.

“I don’t have time for this now, Sienna. Let’s just write this off as another goddamned mistake.”

“I always seem to be that to you. A mistake,” she said, the rare vulnerability in her voice sliding through his heart like a knife.

He was so damn tempted to come back later, slip into bed, and make love to her. But the scene afterward—when she realized there could never be a future between them—flashed in his head.

It wasn’t worth it. Hurting Sienna a little now was far preferable than the kind of hurt she’d have if they slept together.