Reawakening by K. L. Kreig Page B

people.”
    “You couldn’t have called first? You have my number,” he countered as he made his way back to the couch, sitting down. He flipped off the TV, not caring for the background noise, wanting to focus only on the vision of loveliness before him.
    Ignoring his question, she continued, “And you’re not old. So … does that make you a pussy, detective?”
    He smirked, stood and closed the short distance between them. Along with that sinful corset, she wore dark black jeans that looked painted on and short animal print boots, which brought her mouth nearly to his height. Some men may be intimidated by a woman who was the same height, but not him. He fucking loved it. It made capturing her lips that much easier.
    He reached up, cupping her face, his left thumb skimming her full bottom lip. Which she began to nervously chew on.
    “Why don’t you check, Giselle?”
    Her breath quickened, if the heaving of her nearly exposed chest was any indication. She hadn’t taken her eyes from his mouth since her verbal challenge. Even though she’d die before she admitted it, she’d missed him too. He was painfully hard and swore he could smell her arousal. Fuck, he wanted to kiss her.
    She swallowed hard, before flicking her eyes to his in silent challenge.
    Do it, they begged.
    That’s the only green light he needed before he took her lower lip between his teeth, dragging it through harshly. She closed her eyes and sighed softly. Her upper lip was next and he paid it the same treatment, relishing in her breathy moans. He finally took her full mouth in a soul-stealing kiss, palming the back of her neck to hold her exactly where he wanted.
    Breaking away from her mouth, his lips trailed across her cheek to her ear.
    “Christ, I want you so fucking much, Giselle,” he murmured in her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and biting down hard. She sucked in a sharp breath, as he predicted. The one thing he’d come to learn about her over these last several months is how much she loved the sting of his bite, even if it was with dull human teeth.
    Kissing his way down her neck, he traced the top of her exposed breast lightly with his index finger, dipping it inside to feel her hard nub. “I want to be buried so deep inside you, you’ll feel me even when I’m not there.”
    She turned her head kissing his neck, dragging her sharp teeth along his thin, sensitive flesh. His ministrations stopped as he enjoyed the kisses and nicks she peppered along his skin.
    Fuck, he wanted to be inside her more than his next breath, but he’d pushed her too hard, too fast before, and he would not do that again. This time, if they weren’t completely in the same story and on the same fucking page, he’d bookmark it again for another day. As agonizingly hard as that would be. If she wasn’t ready yet, he would not pressure her.
    He gently grabbed her head, holding it tightly against him, forcing her to stop.
    “I want this, Giselle. I want you, but I need you to be all in with me. And if you’re not ready yet, that’s okay. I’ll wait. I’ll wait for as long as it takes, baby.” And he meant it.
    She was silent, but listening.
    “I don’t know why you’re here, baby, but stay. Spend the night with me. Please. I want to hold your body against mine.” He placed a soft kiss on her temple and had to force his hands not to roam the body she’d so teasingly put on display. Some may call Giselle a cock tease, but he knew better. She was a confused, traumatized woman and he would not add to that.
    “I have a pet project I wanted your help with,” she whispered.
    He was unable to contain the broad smile that spread across his face. So she wasn’t here on assignment, but because she wanted to be? Very good to know.
    “Stay,” he firmly demanded.
    “The project …”
    He had her. She wanted to stay, but he’d get her to admit it, because he’d be damned if she’d turn this around on him come the morning when she may be