CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Wait.” Ana tore her mouth from Cam’s, mourning that last delicious taste of him. She panted, trying to get hold of her mind as his hard, rough hands ran down her body. “This is—is a bad idea.”
She knew it was, deep inside, but all her arguments were starting to sound really frail.
“Shh.” His raspy voice at her ear made her knees tremble and her skin prickle. He held her head still in his big hand and bit her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. “You need this. I know that you need this.”
Fates, she did. She wanted him. Cam, the man who had screwed up her life and stuck her in Otherworld. But more than that, she was burning up inside from the unholy lust that had gradually been building since she’d come to earth, stoked by the heat of Cam’s hot looks and touch. Trying to slake it with other men had only left her with a sour taste in her mouth. Now it felt like a live thing within her body, demanding to be fed.
“We can’t get involved. This will only end badly. One of us will end up in Otherworld. If this becomes something…”
“Bullshit,” he rasped. “This isn’t a thing.”
He didn’t sound like he believed his own words. He leaned his forehead against hers. His chest rose and fell in deep bellows, pressing in tantalizing rhythm against her chest. She did this to him? Made him
want her so bad? Shiver.
He felt as big and as intimidating as before. But his immense body was strung taut with desire for her. The idea made her so hot that she swore her pussy vibrated with it.
“This isn’t an us,” he said. “It’s one night, nothing past it. This is just me, doing something for you. Let me make you feel good.” He dragged his teeth down her neck, a spike of pleasure-pain that made her shudder. “No reciprocation required, and we’ll worry about the future when it comes.”
“Out of the goodness of your heart?” Her laugh was a little desperate and a lot wanting. And could she really ignore all that the future held?
If it meant a night with him, then yes.
“The goodness of my heart’s got nothing to do with it. ’Cause I can’t take your needy looks anymore. The heat in your eyes. The way you smell when you get hot. It’s driving me up the fucking wall.”
A low moan rose in her throat; she forced it down. To make this big, hard, scary man feel all that?
“Just let me touch you. Make you feel good. Then we walk away. Tomorrow is normal.”
“Nothing for you?” Did he really mean he didn’t want her to see to his pleasure too? Did she even want that? To just take from him?
“Oh, there’ll be something in it for me.” His hands bit into her hips, almost too hard. But hard enough to tell her he was going over a ledge.
Go over. Don’t make me ask you for this terrible thing.
“I’ll make you feel good,” he said. “Real good. And when you come back down, that fucking lust will be out of your eyes and the want will be out of the rolling of your hips when you walk and I can get some fucking peace.”
Whoa.
He ran his hard hands down to her hips and pulled them flush against the erection that burned through the heat of their clothes. He made her feel what she did to him, and she liked it.
“Say yes, Ana.” His voice was the roughest, most delicious sandpaper against her skin, lightly dragging until goose bumps appeared in its wake.
She moaned, her stupid arguments long fled from her mind, and hoped he’d take it for an assent without her having to verbalize her fall into idiocy.
“I gotta hear the word,” he growled into her ear, punctuating the statement with a thrust of hips.
Evil man. Don’t make me say it. Just do it so I don’t have to feel complicit in my own stupid decisions.
“Last call.” He bit her shoulder, hard enough to threaten, to hurt. It only made her desire flare higher. To know what he offered. What he promised.
“Yes.” The word was high, reedy with want.
He growled his satisfaction—a low, terrifying, hellishly arousing sound—and scooped her off her feet and tossed her on the bed.
The mattress bounced beneath her, too thin and as cheap as the rest of the seedy hotel room. He towered above her, broad chest heaving and muscles tensed. Desire and need shone on his face and a shiver raced through her.