Intimidator (Preyfinders, #2)
by Cari Silverwood
Book 1, Precious Sacrifice, (which is part of the Kept anthology) can be purchased here: http://www.amazon.com/Kept-Erotic-Anthology-Sorcha-Black-ebook/dp/B00IR33PVS/
All the cravings of the past day or so resurrected in a small tsunami. Lust. In front of Willow, was a man who embodied that in every molten move, in every cell of his well-sculpted body.
“I’m bad?” she whispered.
“You.Mmm.” Stom lowered his head and scented her neck, lips pressing on her, here, there – kisses that stirred her more than they should, because they promised so much. Where else might he kiss? Drifts of air cooled her where his nose touched her skin, where he breathed on her.
“Bad. Definitely.” Then he licked her neck, slowly, in one helluva long caress with his tongue, like a predator tasting his mate, before he kissed her softly again.
She shivered. I don’t know this guy. Not really. Am I such a slut?
“You’re beautiful. And you smell so good I want to eat you all up, every time I’m near. Why the fuck is that?”
The tinge of menace made her go up on her toes.
Then he bit the side of her neck, hard.
She keened, threatened by, enraptured by, the savagery of his teeth sinking into her muscle. Helpless, she shut her eyes. She tried not to let her collapsing legs make her slide down the tree trunk and straight to the ground. She had no wish to look like a weak female unable to resist...cause if she did, it seemed like he might take her, here, now.
His teeth let go.
Fucked against a tree.God. What an idea.
Where he held her wrists onto the bark, she tugged again, but even with a hurt hand his grip was fierce.
What had she done? She’d thought Stom the sort of man who needed an invitation to get going. Seemed as if shooting him had done the trick. Next time she wanted a date, she’d put a bullet in him.
He put his mouth to her ear, nuzzling her there, while he explored her below – fondling her breast, her belly, and her hip, then tugging up her T-shirt. He took a handful of her breast like he owned it, and squeezed so much it hurt.
Something about being forced against the tree, about him making her stay there while he played with her body, sizzled through her like lightning through rain.