Awakening Kiss (Watcher's Kiss Book 4) by Sharon Kay Page B

Arboretum—but it was also a delicious, tantalizing sensory overload.
    That night, after going through the portal, she’d been terrified. Now? She was curious, tempted, wanting.
    He guided them farther through the booths and crowds, pointing at a starburst of color in the sky. “Always a reason to set off fireworks.”
    “Hmm, yep.” Her hypersensitive nose was swamped with the light scents of his cologne, his soap, and a musky male smell she couldn’t describe. It was fresh and potent, like a forest on a rainy night. But that made no sense. There were no woods here, and no rain for weeks. She barely paid attention as they walked across a few streets, heading away from the festival. She didn’t care. Every slight brush of his body made her bite her lip.
    Reaching a quiet park, they stopped. Enza looked around. Across the street, people milled about. The brightly lit buildings of a tiny college campus punctuated the darkness. But right around them, a little pocket of quiet enveloped them with sultry potential.
    “Are we done with the festival?” This close, heat from his body surrounded her, even though he only touched her hand.
    “We can be. That what you want?” He leaned in until barely an inch separated them.
    Her breath caught. She knew exactly what she wanted and it had nothing to do with the damn festival. “Yeah. Done.” She dared to lay a hand on his bicep, feeling the hard muscle beneath smooth skin.
    A rumble started low in his throat, piquing her curiosity, but also calling to her on a deep level. Somehow she sensed it wasn’t a warning, but rather, his heated response to her touch. Bolder, she slid her hand higher to the spot where his broad shoulders flowed into his neck.
    He dropped her hand from his, only to possessively splay his fingers at her lower back. “Enza.” His voice was deliciously rough. Fierce determination darkened his face, but not in a way that scared her.
    She had to tilt her head back to meet his intense gaze, and that flicker of light seemed to dance in his eyes, like it had at The Arboretum. Maybe a reflection from the lights around them? But it was dark…She wasn’t going to stop and process it. Her body was on a mission.
    His hand threaded into her hair, sending tingles from her scalp to her core. He pulled her flush against him, hard muscles unforgiving, but everything about him beckoning her to wrap herself around him and let him do whatever he wanted. Her breath quickened and an ache started deep in her belly.
    He lowered his head slowly, as if giving her the chance to wiggle free. But there was no way she would. Something innately feminine and primal screamed inside her that this was exactly where she was supposed to be.
    She nearly whimpered at the sweet, soft brush of his lips on hers. Warm, with just the right pressure, he kissed her tenderly. She skimmed her other hand up behind his neck, pressing herself fully against him.
    The first tease of his tongue sent a shiver of pleasure over her skin, tightening her nipples. She gasped and opened for him. He swept inside, his tongue tangling with hers. Hot, dominant, and controlling, he kissed her like he couldn’t get enough. He bent her backwards, supporting her and at the same time keeping her hips locked to his.
    Oh god. She’d never been kissed like this. She wanted to melt and combust at the same time. A moan escaped her lips and he responded by delving deeper, rougher. All she could do was hang on to those perfect, thick muscles of his and hope she didn’t embarrass herself by orgasming just from a kiss.
    Abruptly, he pulled back, only to sweep tendrils of hair from her neck and kiss a sensual line there. When he got to the spot just below her ear, she lost her ability to think. Everything in her world distilled down to his mouth, his arms locked around her. She needed this man like she needed to breathe. Hating the fact that they were in public, she shifted her hips as best she could, craving friction to ease