Chapter 3 #4
The words broke down her resistance. The battle between distrusting him and needing him played over her expression.
“You can’t come into my house like that.
Heck, neither can I.” She walked over to a faucet and turned the squeaky knob, using the hose to rinse her hair and face first. He watched, entranced, as water sluiced over her and plastered his shirt to her curves.
After rinsing her legs, she headed toward him and held the stream over his head.
He scrubbed his fingers through his hair, feeling the grit wash away.
Then she stepped back and pressed her thumb over the end to pressurize the stream.
She aimed it across his shoulders and arms first.
He swore she took vengeful pleasure in hosing him down.
Or maybe it was just pleasure. Her eyes followed the mud as it slid down his bare chest. Hell, he could feel that gaze slide down his body, embers flickering in her eyes.
The water was cool, the sun was hot, and he took the blast of water without giving away the war that raged through him.
Ferro’s voice told him to take her out.
Cyn’s told him to trust his gut.
Berlin’s female singer sang about flames reaching out for the sun.
Then she reached for his upper chest. “You’ve got a scratch. I must have done that.” She gently brushed her fingers across it beneath the water’s flow. A wake of sensation followed her caress.
“Violet.” He cursed himself for the hitch in his voice.
That got her attention. “Am I hurting you?”
He took the hand at his chest and used it to pull her closer.
“Killing me.” He thought she’d give him hell for being so brazen, slap him silly, and that would break them out of this moment of insanity.
Because that was the only explanation, that the situation and adrenaline had tilted them right into crazy territory.
Instead, her eyes fired up. Holy shit. She angled one of her legs between his, her hands sliding to his hips.
Her thigh moved up along his, and he bit back a curse.
This was insanity. Not seconds before he’d proclaimed he was a Deuce-only kind of guy.
But right now, he was feeling all her Dragon heat.
The directive from his superior officer, the madness of this attraction, the danger he saw simmering in her eyes, not even the cool water that continued to bathe him did a damn thing to douse his ardor.
He took the hose from her hand and let the water wash over her.
When his free hand traced her collarbone, she closed her eyes, her head lolling back.
He suspected that surrender wasn’t something Violet often did, which only made the gesture more profound.
How the hell was he supposed to grasp for any last thread of logic and sanity now?
“Violet,” he whispered her name this time. He meant it to sound like a call to logic, but it came out as more of a plea. For more.
His shirt was plastered over her firm body, clinging to every curve. Damn, she was hot, all sleek skin and toned muscle. With her eyes on his, she peeled off the shirt.
Kade didn’t stop to think, he just reacted.
He dropped the hose, grasped her by the waist, and lifted her up.
Her legs went around him, and their mouths collided.
Her lips were soft against his, her tongue sliding in and tangling with his own.
She made little mewling sounds as she pressed closer, her legs tightening around his waist, her hands kneading the muscles of his shoulders and back.
His hands slid from her hips. Damn. Just damn.
She did some kind of sucking move with her mouth that traveled all the way down his body.
His pants were the only thing separating them, and if she kept up this rodeo ride, it wouldn’t take magick to bust through that barrier.
His fingers tightened on her smooth, wet flesh.
Her moan of pleasure vibrated through him, clear to the soles of his feet.
She was fire in his arms, a breathing, writhing enchantress. The sun beat down on them, burning his back and heating her dark hair, fueling the already raging fire between them. She ground against him again, increasing the friction. With rough hands, he stilled her hips.
His mouth trailed kisses along her cheek and throat, and with a deep breath, he took in her scent, all nature and wild and free. Getting a woman hot and bothered was nothing new, but this was Violet. Wild. Forbidden. Somehow that made it astounding..
He had skills, magickal ones too, but she flew apart before he had the chance to use them. She arched and moaned, held him, no, hugged him close. Her head rested against his shoulder as she caught her breath.
Then her whole body tightened in a different way. “Oh, my gods, what are we doing?”
“Well, if you need an explanation, I—”
She slid to her feet and stumbled back, grabbing up the shirt. “No, I mean, what are we doing? This is—”
“Crazy. Insane.” He raked his fingers back through his hair. “And amazing.” His body fairly thrummed with the need for release, but what…the…hell?
“No, let’s stick to the crazy insane part.” She pulled on the shirt, shock in her eyes. “If my brothers had come up on us…”
“That would have been awkward.”
“Awkward? They would have killed you.”