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Paranormal Romance, Paranormal/Urban Fantasy
In a single fluid movement so quick Bailey saw only a blur of motion, he grabbed her upper arms and pulled her into him. Her hands curled up in front of her, pressed against his chest. His breathing was fast and shallow, and the look in Tasmin’s eyes was pure torment.
“Have you never wanted something you shouldn’t?”
“You care about me, then,” she said.
He didn’t answer her, instead watching her with eyes that seemed to give off a searing heat all their own. “You didn’t answer my question, Bailey. Did you ever want something you couldn’t have? Not a small thing, but something that could break you if you let it? ”
“Only you,” she whispered.
He made a soft, pained sound, then pulled her against him. Bay sighed as she parted her lips, melting into the kiss. There was no coaxing this time, no hesitation. Instead of the fierce urgency of last night, however, Tasmin’s mouth on hers was soft, gentle . . . and so thorough that Bay felt his need for her reverberate all the way down to her toes. The surprising sweetness of it made it all the more impossible to resist. Bay slid her arms up to twine around his neck while he drew her closer, deepening the kiss until nothing existed but the two of them, his mouth on hers. Bay stroked his thick, silken hair, over his broad shoulders, down his back. She could never seem to get close enough, Bay thought, increasingly frustrated with the amount of clothes between them. She wanted to be somewhere dark and quiet with him, skin to skin. Somewhere she could finally just give in and explore everything Tasmin had to offer. Her hands dropped to his hips, pulling him even closer. Bay hissed out a breath when she realized just how hard he was for her. Last night, teetering at the edge of an abyss, he’d been half-wild. Tonight there was a restraint that she didn’t understand.
She wanted more than sweet. She wanted the lion back.
Tasmin pulled his lips from hers with a shudder and pressed his forehead against hers. His eyes were closed, a faint frown creasing his brow. “I can hear your thoughts, Bailey,” he said, the harshness of his voice betraying his desire. “You shout them at me. You have no idea what they do to me.”
“Then show me,” she breathed. A cold breeze wrapped itself around them, but Bay barely felt it. All she felt was the heat between them, the tight swelling between her legs, the way every motion abraded her already sensitive nipples when she brushed against him. She was so tired of trying to convince herself this was the wrong thing, since every time she was near Tasmin, it was the only thing.