Authors: Beth Ashworth
Suddenly, he straightened, pulling her up with him. His hands slipped down to the curve of her ass and he lifted her up to sit on the counter before him. Even sitting up at that height, she was barely taller than him, but this stance gave her a sense of power over him. His hands slid up her bare back, his fingers gripping fiercely and pulling her towards him. Shea’s head lolled back on her shoulders as his lips ducked to wildly caress the skin all around her taut nipples, leaving them aching, teasing them with his hot breath. Her hands clasped his head, fingers twisting in his hair, as she tugged him closer in an attempt to guide his lips back to her aching buds. He resisted, instead choosing to explore the sensitive skin just underneath.
“Dammit, Rhys…” she breathed. “God, you’re killing me.”
Rhys’ lips left their torment, and he lifted his passion-filled gaze. The feral look in his eyes took her breath away, his pupils wide in the low firelight. His hand reached up to slip along her jaw, his thumb resting just in front of her ear and his fingers firmly tangling in her hair along the base of her skull. Only a few moments, yet it seemed like an eternity, he gazed at her, as if he were battling something deep within himself. Finally, unable to resist, Shea closed the space between them, bringing her mouth back to his. She feasted on his lips wildly and pulled at his tongue with abandon, digging her nails into the skin of his shoulders.
Whatever seemed to stall him broke, and, somehow both forcefully and gently all at once, he pushed her back to lie on the counter before him…
Look for In the Firelight by Sibylla Matilde
December 2013
© 2013, Sibylla Matilde
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