Phoenix Fallen by Heather R. Blair

do this, okay?"
    Instead, his fingers tightened, but she yanked away, flustered and frustrated, spinning around to her table, putting her hands on it as she got her breath under control.
    "Look, I know you don't feel it like I do, but I can't help my reaction to you, alright?"
    "What?"
    She raised her eyes to his face in the mirror at his incredulous tone.
    "Oh, give it a rest. I have been hitting on you since day one, you know damn well the effect you have on me. I'm a 'tad obvious', remember? It's who I am, I can't help it. If I want something, I can't hide it. But it's not fair of you to play on that when you don't want me the same way—"
    "Hold the fuck up. Look at me, Rissa."
    She turned around slowly, her chin up.
    "Did that kiss at Spears slip your mind?"
    Rissa waved that away. "It's not the same, Jules. I'm not saying you don't find me attractive at all, but you don't have this… argh, I don't know, damnit. This goddamn craving, like I do. You don't want me the way I do you."
    "Really?" His already deep voice went so low, she could have sworn she felt the vibrations sneak along the floorboards below them, under her bare feet to shiver up her legs and tickle between her thighs. "You're fucking sure about that, are you?"
    Rissa gulped at the look in his eyes.
    “Damnit, Rissa. You seriously think I don’t want you?” In one swift movement, Jules had her up against the dressing table. Her hands pinned behind her back, held in one of his. His hips trapped her as his mouth found her ear. “Are you out of your mind, Rissa?" He whispered. "Feel me. Feel what you do to me! Every fucking second I am around you, this is what I have to deal with.”
    Thick and rigid, his erection pressed into her hip and belly. Need for him, the primal, demanding need to have him inside her shot through every nerve Rissa possessed, making her quiver from head to toe. Her throat worked as his lips moved down it; a demanding, seductive dance of his velvet mouth, hot tongue and the soft sting of his teeth.
    Rissa's head fell to the side with a moan. The ice-blue robe twisted as she pushed against him. Her nipples were so hard and aching the slide of the heavy satin against them stung.
    Jules pulled back and growled once as he looked down at her. He grabbed the tie of her robe and yanked, watching the garment slither to the floor between them. She heard him suck in a harsh, rattling breath. There was nothing beneath the robe but her.
    "Jesus Christ, Rissa." His voice was strangled and a touch reverent.
    Her breasts were full and heavy, her upturned nipples a pale rose against alabaster white. He lifted a big hand and palmed one, squeezing lightly before caressing the tip with his thumb. The contrast of their skin was so stark and beautiful it took Rissa's breath away.
    She trembled down to her toes again as heat spread outward from his touch.
    "Jules," she whimpered, wanting more, needing more.
    "Fuck, don't say that. Don't say my name, Rissa."
    Her eyebrows drew together. "Why?"
    Before she could even finish the word, he spun her around, so fast it made her dizzy. He bent his knees, pressing up against her from behind, his hips cupping her bare ass and lifting her. The delicious feel of his cock pressing into her, sliding against her skin with only the thinnest barrier between them made her moan and push back into him to get more.
    Their eyes met in the mirror. The sight of him there, looming over her naked body had Rissa's lips parting as she struggled to not to beg. She wanted him so bad it quite literally hurt. In one helluva a good way.
    His breath was harsh in her ear. "Because when you say my name it makes me want to fuck you. Now. Here. Fast and hard."
    He yanked her back into him with one big hand, grinding against her. His other hand played with her breasts, tugging first one nipple then the other as Rissa started to shake, barely able to stand on her own two feet.
    She didn't know this Jules yet, but she wanted to. God,