Kai (A Dark Assassins Novel Book One) by Valerie Ullmer Page B

wrapped around his waist while her arms slid around his shoulders, preventing herself from falling.  
    She calculated a number of ways to remove herself from his arms without dropping straight to the floor and injuring herself as embarrassment spread through her like a virus.   But he chose that moment to press her against the bathroom door, keeping her trapped against the solid wood.
    She swallowed but kept her eyes downcast.   “I know…um…would you like me to apologize for presuming to touch you?   I—”
    His hand cupped her chin and lifted her head, and she became caught in his stormy gaze.   Each and every time she spotted him coming through the doors of the diner, something deep inside her shifted into place, as though he was important to her in an elemental way.   But she’d screwed up by acting on her urges to touch him, taste him.   She had invaded his life, his home, and in a way, she had swayed him into accepting her caresses, and she had no idea how to fix it.
    Molly had been her one tie to the outside world, and once she’d died, she’d sequestered herself in her work and ignored the world.   At the moment, she wished she had some understanding of the way others thought, because each word that she muttered seemed to anger him further.
    Mesmerized as he continued to stare at her, she started when he dipped his mouth to hers, and kissed her.
    He demanded that she open for him.
    When she complied, he plundered her mouth until her heart beat against her chest, threatening to break through, and her breathing came out in pants.   When she had been thoroughly kissed, he pulled back.
    “I was unprepared for your touch, love.”
    It didn’t slip past her that he’d changed his endearment for her, but she had no idea what he meant by unprepared.   Maybe she didn’t explain clearly enough when she asked to touch him.   But his lips met hers again, and all other thoughts disappeared as he mastered her mouth.  
    This time, his kisses were slow and languid, as if to torment her with the promises of what was to come.   He pulled away from her and trailed his heated lips behind the sensitive lobe of her ear, burying his face in her messy curls.   His body pressed closer to hers, and although she wanted to rub herself against him until he sank deep inside her and claimed what he wanted, she held still and waited.
    “Ready?” he breathed.
    Unable to find her voice, she nodded.   Electricity pulsed throughout as he slid his hands from her thighs, up toward her hips, all while gliding his lips over the feverish skin on her neck, allowing his teeth to scrape against her skin, adding to the overwhelming sensations he drew from her.  
    Her breathing hitched in her chest, shivering in expectation when his hardness brushed against her core, once and then again, coating himself in her wetness.   At the moment she opened her mouth to beg him to take her, he positioned himself at her entrance and surged inside her with one long, deep thrust.   Stars exploded behind her closed eye lids.  
    “Open your eyes,” he demanded.
    She blinked her eyes open and sighed as his gaze caught and held hers.   The light in his eyes shone brighter than even seconds before, and as they held each other’s gaze, he made no move other than to hold her, pressed deep inside of her.
    “You’re so tight, love, so wet for me,” he growled.
    At his words, her inner muscles clamped down harder on his cock, and she smiled as a hiss released from deep in his throat.   The pleasure surged inside her as he pulled back several inches, and drove deep.   His movements, at first, were measured, as if he were worried that he might hurt her, but she knew that he was in complete control of his emotions and instincts, even more than he gave himself credit for.  
    While he drank from her, he could’ve stripped her and taken his pleasure without a thought to her comfort, but he allowed her space and gave them both time to think about what