“That’s a lie and you know it,” he said. “Besides, if I took what I want, when I wanted, you’d be naked in my bed, screaming my name. Right now.”
She tried to act angry—offended even—but her body betrayed her. A heated blush crept over her skin, making her nipples harden through her blouse. Her breath deepened, and her voice became husky.
“I’d never sleep with you again. Not in a million years.”
“Now who’s the liar?” he sneered.
She turned her face away from him. She was too angry; it was too raw. “I’ll be gone soon enough. Then you can go back to fooling around with whomever you like. Eventually, I’ll find someone else, and we’ll both be out of each other’s lives for good.”
A dark shadow crossed his features as he watched her. “Damn you, Jovana. Damn you.”
He crossed the room in two steps and shoved her back against the door, crushing his mouth onto hers with a hunger she’d never known before.
All at once, Rezin was everywhere. He pressed himself into her, crowding her with the delicious pressure of his rock-hard body. Confident hands reached under her legs as he grabbed the sensitive flesh behind her thighs, squeezing as he lifted her onto him.
Being with him like this again was almost too much to take. She should have fought him, pushed him away. But she couldn’t. She was helpless to his touch. What her heart had tried to forget in a decade, her body remembered in an instant.
She automatically wrapped herself tightly around his waist, trying to get as close as possible to this man. This man who could heal her or break her. An irrational desperation washed over Jovana, and she was frantic to feel the pressure of his hardened length ramming into her.
Her brain screamed that this was a big mistake, but she couldn’t fight the instinctual desire to taste him again. Rezin had always been the only beast who could tame her.
He began a slow rhythm, pushing forward and pulling back. The sweet pressure he offered was the only thing that staved the fire burning between her legs, one that became stronger with each thrust.
There was a blatant urgency in the way they grated into one another through their clothes. A frenzy to take a claim on something they both knew they couldn’t keep. He took her neck and pulled her face upward, bringing her mouth closer to his.
“Look at me, Jovana” he said.
She raised her lashes to see him staring down at her with a raw intensity, the beautiful golden flecks in his eyes aglow.
She pulled back for a brief moment and admired the magnificence that embodied Rezin. Everything about him would have made him a good leader. He was powerful, aggressive, dominant—and sexy as hell. His mark swirled at the top of his chest, the tips of it visible from the V-neck he wore.
Damn, he’d always looked good in black.
He slipped his tongue slowly between her lips, never taking his eyes off hers as he caressed her mouth. He tasted a million times better than she’d remembered, better than any man ever had. She was more alive now than she’d been in the last ten years away from him.
She kept telling herself that this was unfulfilled desire. Pure and simple. A need to get him out of her system once and for all.
He ground his hips harder and a throaty moan tore from Jovana’s lips. Whatever she’d imagined desire to be before this instant, she’d been wrong. This was what desire truly felt like. Every other man, other moment, seemed like a distant memory slowly fading into nothingness. This moment, right here . . . was truth.
He placed kisses along her collarbone, neck, cheeks—everywhere he could reach. He raised his mouth again, letting his lips hover only inches from hers. She knew what he was doing. He wanted her to make the next move, to show him how much she still desired him. There’s an exquisite agony to being so close to what you want and knowing eventually you’ll get it.
She watched his eyes and tried to hold onto the moment. She shifted a short distance forward and devoured his lush, full lips in a punishing kiss. He groaned while grabbing the top of her camisole and pulled it down to expose both of her fully aroused nipples.
He licked his lower lip, and she thought she’d die from the anticipation. A knowing smile spread across his face before he lowered his mouth onto the swollen mound of her breast, sucking and licking her sensitive buds with the skills of an experienced lover. His other hand massaged her hip as he held her in place against the door. His fingers slipped back and forth across her wet core through her shorts, teasing her with all the possibilities he could offer.
She lowered her hand and massaged him through his jeans, needing to feel him. She wanted every delicious inch—and she wanted it now. She pushed out of his arms and dropped to her knees. “Jovana—”