Death Defying Excerpt
His phone rang. Ash frowned but pulled it out of his pocket and listened for a moment.
“That was Christian. He’s awake.”
Faith glanced out of the window. The sun had set while they ate. It occurred to her, briefly, to wonder what he was doing asleep at this time of day, but maybe they’d had a busy night, and her mind skittered away from examining the idea to closely.
“Christian is picking me up here, and he’ll bring your guard for the night.”
“I don’t need a guard.”
“Yes, you do. I’m not losing anyone else.”
In some ways, his words pissed her off. As though she was incapable of looking after herself. In another, they made her feel all warm and fuzzy. She’d never had anyone look out for her before. At least not since her mother.
“I’ll go with Christian,” he said. “Your guard can have my vehicle. In fact, he can stay in there. Don’t let him in the house.”
“Because he’s one of Carl’s guys, and they’re not housetrained. They’re load of hot-blooded assholes. You don’t want to know them.” He rose to his feet and held out a hand to her. “Come here.”
Suddenly, she was very conscious of the thud of her heart, of the blood pulsing through her veins. She found his dark gaze wandering over her body like a caress. Her breasts ached, and heat pooled at the base of her belly.
She placed her hand in his. His palm was hard and hot as though his blood ran at a much higher temperature. He wrapped his fingers around hers and tugged her to her feet. Mere inches separated them, and she breathed in his hot, spicy scent like cinnamon and pepper.
“I want to make love to you, lose myself in your body,” he said. “But Christian will be here soon, and when it happens, I want it to be good between us.”
He reached up with his free hand and ran the ball of his thumb over her lower lip. “But perhaps a kiss to keep me going?”
Without waiting for her answer, his head lowered toward her and she raised her face to him, no thought to deny him his kiss.
She wanted this so much; her whole body ached. His words made her face how much she would love to spend the night losing herself in Ash’s embrace. She didn’t know what she felt for him, maybe it was nothing more than infatuation; he was the most beautiful man she had ever known and she felt right in his arms.
Time seemed to slow. She kept her eyes open as he brought his lips to hers because she didn’t want to miss a moment.
As his lips touched hers, all rational thought faded from her mind. He kissed her lower lip, then her upper, small, biting kisses. At last, his mouth covered hers, warm and firm and heat washed through her. His hand slipped behind her neck and he tilted her head for better access—she was tall, but he was much taller. His tongue pushed inside and she opened for him. She was conscious of nothing but the hot, wet, languid thrust of his tongue. Heat welled between her thighs, her breasts ached, and she pushed herself up against him, wanting to absorb him into her, to get some relief for the desire clawing at her body and her mind. He was rock solid, the leather smooth, and his erection nudged against her belly.
Not taking his mouth from her, he backed her against the wall, pressing into her so he was plastered against her from the hips downward. One leg slipped between hers, lifted, and rubbed against her core and still he kissed her.