Teamwork by Lily Harlem Page B

with the noise and it reminded me how far I was from home. I pushed away from the pillar and went up to the front door. It was then I realized I didn’t have a key.
    Damn.
    I would have to ring the bell so Raven could let me in. Then not only would he know exactly what time I arrived back—and I didn’t see why he should be privy to any of my comings and goings—his surly face would be the last thing I saw before I went to bed.
    I’d have to get past him quickly. Try my best to ignore his huffs and grunts and get up to my room. A warm tingle in my clit was demanding attention and it seemed my finger was the only relief available.
    My first gentle tap on the door resulted in nothing, so I knocked hard, then harder still.
    Eventually the door swung open.
    “You’re home,” Raven said as I stepped into the dark hallway.
    “Yep.” I tightened the strap of my purse over my shoulder and bent to slip off my heels.
    The door shut with a bang. There was the slide of a bolt.
    I straightened and looked at him. He’d abandoned the sling and stood with his arms at his sides. He was wearing only sweats. His feet were bare, his abs tensed to a row of bricks.
    “And,” he said gruffly.
    There was something distinctly menacing about him, but at the same time so damn alluring it irritated the hell out of me. Why did he have to have such an amazing body? It wasn’t fair.
    “And what?” I asked, putting one hand on my hip and letting my shoes swing from the other.
    He didn’t reply. Just stared at me, let his gaze slide over my chest, hips and legs then slowly back up again.
    I shifted from foot to foot, the marble cool on the soles of my feet. I could make out the shadows slicing across his face, neck and throat, the blackness of his eyes boring into me.
    “And…did he kiss you?” he asked quietly.
    Turning, I flicked my hair over my shoulder and walked toward the stairs. “What has it got to do with you?”
    “Everything.”
    He was in front of me, close, so close I could feel the warmth from his broad chest radiating onto my cleavage and arms. I stepped back. He followed. I stepped back again and my shoulders hit brickwork.
    He placed his hands on the wall on either side of my head. “Did…he…kiss…you?” he asked again, in a voice so low it seemed to vibrate straight into the very center of my body.
    I was breathing fast now, panting. I felt hemmed in, there was no escape. “Yes.”
    He licked his lips. His nostrils flared. Something in the base of his eyes burned brighter than any flame.
    A shocking realization came over me. I didn’t want to escape. My god, I couldn’t take my eyes off his mouth, that sullen, annoying mouth that was glistening from where he’d just swept his tongue over it.
    My taste buds actually tingled to taste him. Learn what flavor he was. Would he be the same as Todd or would he be richer, darker, more intoxicating?
    “I need to know,” he murmured, “if he kissed you like this?”
    Suddenly his mouth hit down on mine, hard and demanding, hot and urgent.
    I gasped and he took full advantage, sweeping his tongue deep. I dropped my shoes and clutched his waist, spreading my fingers over his warm, smooth flesh. The feel of his thick brawn and honed muscles beneath my palms sent all the right signals to my desperate female hormones. Desire rushed across my skin, tingling down my spine and settling between my legs. I wanted to press harder up against him, crush my breasts to his chest.
    As though he knew what I needed, his weight dropped forward, pinning me to the wall. The denseness of his body was the most wonderful sensation I’d experienced in a long time, and suddenly, any last slivers of control vanished. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to make him part of me. Get lost in him forever—or just for one night anyway.
    Our kiss heated to inferno levels, slick tongues writhing and chasing. The sound of my breathing and his rang in my ears, wild and noisy. I was roaming my hands