Passion Awakened by Jessica Lee Page B

before he’d insult her more than he
already had the other night. And then he’d imagined she opened the door.
    He lifted his hand and allowed the pads of his fingers to
brush the dark-brown locks cascading over her shoulders. “Such a beautiful
illusion.”
    Shayla placed her palm over his wrists. “I’m real. I’m right
here.” She brought his fingers to her face. “Touch me.”
    The warmth of her skin seeped into his pores, sending a
tingling rush over his flesh, lifting the hairs on his arm. His heartbeat
stuttered. His shaft throbbed. Every ounce of resistance—denial—faded from his
mind. At that moment, he couldn’t remember one logical reason why he’d ever
pushed her away.
    “I need you.” Creed seized her cheeks between his palms.
“God, I want you so damn much.”
    “Creed…” His name was a sigh on her lips. And then he was
there, replacing the uttered syllables with his mouth, drinking her in. He was
famished, dying of hunger and thirst, and the woman beneath him was the cool
well sent to revive him—body and soul.
    Into the house they stumbled, she moving in reverse, and
Creed holding on, pushing forward. No way in hell was he letting go. Shayla
gripped his biceps, her kiss giving and consuming. In every way, she was so
damn sweet.
    Shayla’s back struck the interior cabin wall, bringing their
journey to an abrupt end.
    Their tongues danced.
    Teeth nipped.
    The sharp sting of Shayla’s bite arced through his lower
lip. Creed hissed. But the warm metallic taste of blood only succeeded in
amping the rush of lust flooding his veins.
    “Tell me what to do,” he whispered against her mouth.
    “Whatever feels good. Just let go.” Shayla tore the open
shirt down his arms, then worked the button on his jeans free. He grasped her
hands, stilling them, then pushed the denim from his hips and to the floor. The
straining erection that had been driving him mad for too many hours sprang
free. He stepped out of the bundle and kicked it aside. She shrugged her robe from
her shoulders, allowing it to puddle on the floor around her. His heart
jackhammered against his sternum in anticipation.
    Too slow.
    “Your skin next to mine. Now.” Creed reached out, fisted two
handfuls of her sheer blue gown and split it down her front. The delicate
material fluttered from her arms. “Sorry.”
    Shayla’s eyes widened, the warm brown rich and inviting.
Beckoning. He wanted to drown in their depths.
    “No problem,” she breathed.
    Creed tore his gaze from hers and shifted his attention
lower. Dear God. She was so beautiful. Full breasts with dark, rosy nipples
rose and fell with every pant. Below the gentle curve of her abdomen, a dark
mass of curls covered the vee between her creamy thighs. His cock flexed, the
head leaking a clear fluid that formed a wet trail down the backside of his
length. Damn if he suddenly didn’t feel like a cat fighting the overwhelming
desire to cover her with his body, rub, and mark every inch.
    He braced his hands against the wall, palms bracketing her
head, leaving only millimeters between his chest and the hard tips of her
breasts. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. Shayla looked up
through her lashes, and the desire smoldering inside her eyes accelerated the
inferno already burning him alive.
    She wrapped her arms around him, her fingertips traveling
the length of his spine before closing the gap between them. His eyelids
drooped under the sweet sensation of skin against skin.
    He had to move.
    Needed more.
    Creed slid his body over hers, pulling her in tight with his
arms.
    “God, you feel so good,” he groaned. His cock brushed her
lower abs and the spark zinged a line of pleasure up his spine. “So good.”
Shayla latched on to his nipple and the sharp sting of teeth to the bud had his
back arching, his cock straining even more. “Oh shit,” he moaned. “Shayla…”
    “I want you,” she groaned against his chest. Creed slid his
fingers through the