Possess Me Please by S.K. Yule

next to hers. Talk about nice rides.
    As if he could read her mind, he pointed in the direction of the car she was admiring. “That’s mine.”
    He watched her closely as she smiled and tried not to let drool slide from the corner of her mouth. She would love to get her hands on that beauty. She bet it would fly down the highway with a growl that would raise goosebumps on her skin. Her obvious admiration for the slick machine couldn’t be hidden.
    He flashed another smile, a genuine one that started to melt the ice wall she’d been trying to erect between them. “I can take you for a ride sometime, since it’s obvious that we both appreciate the need for speed.”
    “We’ll see.”
    Who was she kidding? She’d be in that damn car right now if he asked.
    After she retrieved her bag from the trunk, he took it from her and refused to give it back when she reached for it. She rolled her eyes, shut the trunk, and followed him as he carried it into the house and up the stairs.
    Cyrus opened the second door at the top of the stairs, went inside, and placed Isabelle’s bag on the bench at the end of the bed. “Welcome to your room.”
    She barely glanced at him. “Thanks.”
    Instead of immediately leaving as she’d hoped, he stood at her door, watching her.
    “What?” she asked.
    “Did you know that the golden brown color of your hair is a perfect complement to your creamy skin?”
    She shook her head at him.
    “No? How about the fact that your lips are the prettiest, softest shade of pink I’ve ever seen?”
    She shook her head again.
    The corner of his mouth tipped up in a lop-sided grin. “I wonder—”
    “Wonder what?” Her whispered words barely made a noise from her tight throat.
    “If you’d let me taste them, or if I’d get slapped for trying. Oh, hell, it would be worth a slap.”
    He took a step toward her, and she backed away from him.
    She didn’t want him in her room.
    Oh, you want him in here, and you so want him to kiss you.
    He was too big, too male, and almost too hard to resist. Yeah, he was full of himself, but she’d bet her life savings that he gave an enjoyable ride. His body was made for it.
    Get a hold of yourself, girl!
    No man had had such an effect on her. One minute she was irritated with him, the next, she wanted to rip his clothes off and screw his brains out.
    Too long without a man. The root of her predicament—unused, overactive hormones. Once she relaxed, freshened up, and gained control of her traitorous body, she’d feel better.
    Cyrus stared at her as though he wanted to eat her up, and parts of her heated in blatant invitation of his perusal. But she couldn’t forget that she’d only met him a short time ago.
    A squeak escaped her when she tripped over the leg of the bench, and she lost her balance and careened back, mentally preparing for the jarring impact of hitting the floor. Before her ass made contact with wood, strong arms came around her, and in the next instant, she was splayed across Cyrus’s hard body.
    Damn, he was quick, considering how big he was. He had managed to grab her, then twist himself underneath her to take the brunt of the fall.
    Their faces were an inch apart, and she got a close-up, personal view of his features. He was more than gorgeous, more than sexy. He was downright sinful. His gray eyes were outlined by thick, dark lashes, and the clear silver pools seared her. He could almost be considered pretty, if not for the small lump on his nose.
    She wondered if the flaw was the result of being broken. Yet even that imperfection added character to his good looks. His straight jaw was covered in a light layer of black whiskers, his lips were full, and he had an almost indiscernible cleft in his chin. A nearly overwhelming urge to run her tongue along it overcame her.
    Their breaths mingled, and hers came quicker in anticipation. He slowly licked his lips, and her heart skipped a beat. Before she had time to think any more about why she