Fate Interrupted by Kaitlyn Cross Page B

against his, her perfume enflaming his senses. They gazed into
each other’s eyes, the air charged with beauty products and expectations of
things to come, only breaking eye contact long enough to study each others’
lips. Less than three inches of space stood between him and what he wanted and
it was no match.
    “I’ve been waiting
to do this all day,” he whispered, pushing his mouth onto hers, tasting the sweet
red wine on her lips.
    Evy took a startled
step back and then threw her arms around his neck, sucking him into her mouth.
Her eyes closed as her wet tongue flicked against his. He pushed her back into
the bathroom and set his beer on the counter, cupping her face in his hands and
gently directing her movements to mirror his own. Dean pressed his pelvis into
her, forcing a light groan from her soul, which strengthened his resolve.
    Evy parted for
breath and staggered backwards, staring at him in wild wonder, her chest
heaving beneath her shiny top. She glanced at his silhouette in the mirror and
shrank against the shower door. “What is this?”
    The fear on her
face filled him with doubt, making his heart flutter. “What is what?”
    Her voice shook
when she talked. “Whatever you’re doing,” she whispered.
    He studied her
with grave eyes, no intentions of going back now, and pulled her into his arms.
Their faces jerked to a stop inches from one another. His fingers ran through
her soft hair as her unmatched beauty sent tremors of anticipation shooting
down his spine. He leaned in and kissed her softly, forcing himself to stop
before he drained her.
    “We should probably
go.”
    She swallowed
hard, her chest rising and falling. “Okay.”
    He let her pass
by, inhaling her fragrance that enveloped him like a mystical spell, and
followed its trail into the living room. She took some lip-gloss from her purse
and carefully ran it across her lips. His tongue swept across his own lips, his
appetite getting wetter.
    “So, where are
we going anyway?” she asked, dropping the tube back into her purse and slinging
the brown leather bag over her shoulder.
    Her attempt at
small talk made him grunt. “My favorite pizza joint just around
the corner. You hungry?”
    Her eyes swept
over to him as she blindly straightened her hair in front of an imaginary
mirror. “I could eat.”
    Dean nodded and
followed her out into the brightly lit hallway where she stopped to lock the
door. When she turned back around he pushed her up against the door and kissed
her again. She didn’t resist. Couldn’t resist. He
explored her soft curves, pouring buckets of blood into his stiffening manhood.
He broke their kiss to gasp for air and forced her eyes to meet his. They spoke
without talking, communicating in a language more reserved for the wild.
    Their lips gravitated
back together. He tilted her head to the side and trailed down her jaw line, whispering
her name in her ear before nibbling at the soft spot in her neck. The smell of
her skin and hair intoxicated him with an unbridled desire that overwhelmed his
control. She trembled against the door, unable to fight the hidden pull between
them.
    Dean pressed
against her as she ran her hands down his muscular back. He paused to find her
glassy eyes, their chests heaving against each other. “If I don’t stop myself
now we’re going to miss dinner” he whispered.
    “I’m not hungry…for
food,” she said faintly, her nipples poking through her top.
    Her words
bolstered the stir in his pants. He took a deep breath before forcing his mouth
onto hers and pinning her arms to the door. She squirmed beneath him, desperate
to put her hands upon his body, but he wouldn’t release her, letting his mouth
have its way with her instead.
    “Well, at least
somebody’s havin a good night round here,” a gray
bearded man said with a grin as he squeezed past.
    They watched him
disappear out the front door into the night, their mouths hanging open. Evy
turned back to Dean, her hungry eyes