Excerpt – The Spectrum of Desire

“What’s wrong?”

Oh, hell. What had she seen in his expression? Apprehension? Nerves? A crippling fear of abandonment?

“Nothing,” he said. “Just eager to be alone with you.”

Her smile returned, albeit a bit more coy than before. Her hand warm in his, she led him to her room, and then his backpack was off and the door was closed behind them. Connor pushed her up against it, too frantic to do anything but put his hands on her. His mouth.

“God, yes,” she whispered.

Her consent shot through him like lightning.

He captured her lips with his, hands slipping around to that firm ass, barely covered by her flimsy sundress. Connor didn’t bother with delicate—he delved his tongue into her mouth, hands probing and seeking as her own fingers wound their way into his hair. The kiss was searing, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. To calm himself through her. In her.

Constant wanting can exhaust the mind.

Let his mind be exhausted. As long as his body had her.

He ripped his jacket off, careful with the box in its inside pocket as he grappled with the sleeves. He dropped it on his backpack and Gabby laughed as he came in for another kiss. He tasted her mouth again, then went for her neck as he ground his hips against hers, rubbed his two days’ stubble over her skin until her laugh turned into a shiver.

“Somebody’s worked up,” she murmured.

“Like you’re not.” But she was right. “It’s been too long.”

She laughed again, breathier as she turned her head to the side to give him better access. He licked a path up the column of her throat and bit down. “It’s only been a few weeks.”

“I don’t care. I can’t wait. I can’t talk. I can’t even think.” His fingers found their way up her body to the ladder of her ribs. At her bra line, he stroked up until his fingers met her nipples and she gasped. “Don’t make me wait, baby girl. And don’t make me make you beg. Because I will. I’ll do all the things I know how to do that’ll make you pant and cry and plead.”

He could, too. A fact he proved by pinching lightly. One tweak made her shudder. Another drew a curse from her lips. She glanced up at him, and Connor felt it again—that hold she had on him, the feeling that she owned him as surely as gravity or the tide.

But even with her eyes hooded with pleasure, her mouth formed into that snarky little sneer.

“You think you can make me wild and reckless?” she asked.

He huffed out a breath. “Desperate.”

“And shaking.”

Words from their past rang in his ears. He would’ve gotten sentimental, but he was too busy getting his hands on her body, under her dress. Along the downy skin of her thighs. It was almost cruel, what she was wearing. How badly she made him want her.

“I’m warning you, Gabby.” Connor punctuated his threat with a slip of his hand up her thigh, then teased under the elastic of her panties. “I’ll do it. I’ll get you to the edge. Over. And over. And over again. And then I’ll make you wait. Until you’re as crazed as I am.”