A wicked glimmer glinted in his eyes, and that close, she could see the rim around his pupils. Lighter than the black pupils, but not brown. An edgy green.
Likely, not many people had gotten close enough to Kellach Dunne to see that green.
She pulled on her hands again, not entirely surprised when they remained right where he’d planted them. “Let go of my hands,” she murmured, not so much serious as curious about what he’d do.
“No.” As if to prove his point, he flattened one hand over both of hers and laid the other one gently around her neck. “Your pulse matches mine in tempo.” His lips curved. “Let’s see if we can speed that up.”
If her heart beat any faster, the little organ might explode. Heat from him spread right through her clothes and swept along her skin in a delicious ache—as if tiny pinpricks of fire licked her head to toe.
She gasped and widened her legs, rubbing against him. The delicious friction forced her eyelids closed so she could just feel the raw electricity.
Not for one second did she understand the chemistry between them; so overpowering was the physical that she didn’t concern herself with the emotional. Only the moment mattered. Such need and lust combusted inside her to create a hunger beyond human—as if fire was at her very core.
His mouth possessed hers, fierce and deep, the force of him holding her head in place.
She struggled to free her hands and touch him.
He denied her, and his control shot shards of electric desire through her, peaking her nipples and softening her sex.
She. Couldn’t. Get. Free.
The thought should tick her off, but in a fluttery feminine place she’d later deny existed, desire flared to life. Never had she trusted a man enough to contain her.
Maybe there hadn’t been anyone man enough to contain her.
Kellach was all man . . . and more. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw to the sweet spot behind her ear.
She gasped and arched up into his hardness only to have him pin her on the rug again. Liquid shot to her thighs.
His hips gyrated against hers, pushing his heated cock against her core. So hot, so ready, so damn demanding. His free hand swept down the front of her shirt, scattering buttons. Cool air brushed her warm chest, the contrast kissing her skin. She moaned.
“Now that’s a pretty sound.” He licked a nipple and tweaked the other one between his thumb and forefinger with enough bite to stop the breath in her lungs.
The erotic pain cascaded from her nipple to her clit, which began to pound with need. She moved restlessly against him, powerless in his hold.
He chuckled against her skin, and the vibrations tickled through her. A heartbeat later, his mouth took hers again.
He unsnapped her jeans and helped her kick them and her panties off before shedding his somewhere around their feet along with his boots. Commando. The man had gone commando. His cock lay heavily against her core.
She pressed up into him, her fingernails curling into his palms. So badly she needed to touch. “Let me—”
“No,” he whispered and then smiled against her mouth as she shuddered in response.
Being held in place, unable to move, magnified every feeling bombarding her. So much and all at once. She clasped her feet at his back and rubbed against him, the friction nearly sending her over.
“Alexandra,” he groaned, his voice a low growl.
She opened her eyes.
He shifted, poised at her entrance.
She blinked. “Wait. Condom.”
He grinned, sexy and pained. “Immortal. Witch. Can’t get or give diseases.”
Oh yeah.
Plus, she was on the pill, so no worries. Excitement gripped her, along with intrigue. He’d be inside her, skin on skin. An internal quake shook her.
He entered her slowly, velvety smooth and steel hard. So big, he stretched her, mercilessly gripping her hands as she instinctively tried to fight against him. His demonstration of control and overwhelming strength shot another surge of heat to her core.
Panic tried to rise up—an awareness that she was out of her element. No longer the hard-ass cop, the protector, but someone feminine. A female counterpart to this truly amazing male. The sensations overcame any thought or instinct for self-preservation.
Raw, true, combustible.
He sheathed himself completely, his free hand reaching under her to grip her butt to tilt her pelvis.
She gasped as she took him even deeper. “Oh.” The moan escaped her.
His fingers gripped her ass harder, keeping his pulsing shaft inside her. His lips overtook hers, and his tongue danced inside her mouth. She opened, taking him, giving everything.
He held her tight, not allowing movement.
Frustration welled through her as she tried to pump against him. He held her still, top to bottom, in perfect control. He lifted his head, his gaze on hers, the green glowing brighter around his black pupils. Intense and waiting.
She blinked, and heated air exploded from her lungs. He’d move when he was ready, and she couldn’t do anything to push him. Anything.