Alli was astonished that she was draped over Obsidian’s shoulder while he carried her inside the door. The sound of men talking ceased instantaneously as soon as the doors closed.
“Is there a problem, Obsidian?”
She twisted around, trying to identify the speaker but her hair and his blinded her.
“No. I’m going to my room. This is Alli.” He kept moving, not slowing his pace. “She’s visiting me.”
“Um, okay.”
“Have fun?” The hesitant, unsure tone of some guy’s voice was clear.
“It seems he might not be immune to females after all,” another one laughed. “Don’t break her.”
“Thank you for the advice!” Obsidian yelled.
“I appreciate it.”
He didn’t take the elevator, instead he jogged up the stairs, jarring her with every tread. Her hips bounced on his broad shoulder and she was grateful she’d been too nervous after getting the call from Homeland to eat lunch. He turned on the second-floor landing and strode quickly down a carpeted hallway, which she caught glimpses of as their hair swayed in and out of her face. He paused, opened a door and stepped inside.
They were alone in his room. The locks clicked into place, the distinctive sound loud. He spun away from the door, took four long steps and halted. She grunted when he dumped her onto the couch, not really gentle about it. It was a soft landing but hard enough to knock a hard breath from her lungs.
Obsidian stood over her looking anything but calm or reserved when she focused on his face.
His lips were parted, fangs showed and his eyes were narrowed on her. “Alli.”
He said her name in a way that made her uncertain if she should be afraid or happy. The husky tenor was certainly filled with emotion. She just wasn’t sure which one. Anger or passion?
“Stand up.”
She shifted a little to sit upright and used the couch arm to push to a standing position. Her knees managed to hold her when she put weight on her legs. He was close enough to touch if she reached out a few inches but she just tilted her chin up to peer at his face.
“Strip.”
Her mind blanked, refused to work, then his demand sank in. “What?”
He dipped his head a little closer. “Take off your clothes.”
Her mouth hung open, that being the last thing she’d expected him to say.
“Do it or I’ll rip them off you.” His breathing increased as his broad chest rose and fell faster.
“My control is at the limit.”
She remained motionless, trying to make sense of what was going on. He’d ignored her, carried her off to his room, and now wanted her naked.
One word slipped out. “Why?”
“It would be difficult to spin you around, bend you over the back of the couch and fuck you otherwise.”
She sank back down on the couch when her knees turned to jelly. Obsidian crouched in front of her. “Do you want me taking you this way?”
His gaze lowered down her body, hesitating over her breasts but focusing on the vee of her thighs.
“I am hungry.”
Alli reached out and her fingertips brushed his face. He looked up. A hundred questions filled her mind. She was confused, not sure where to even start. His mouth tightened into a white line and his hands gripped the edges of the cushions on both sides of her hips.
“I understand.” His eyes closed. “Slow down.
Too fast,” he growled. His eyes opened and his tone changed, sounded calmer. “Did I say I missed you?”
It seemed as if a thousand pounds lifted off her chest. That confession was one of the best things she’d ever heard. He hadn’t forgotten about her after all. She was pretty sure he’d been talking to himself more than her when he’d closed his eyes.
It meant they were both nervous.
“You did?”
His eyes closed again as his nose flared, inching closer while he tilted his head. Is he going to kiss me? Her heart pounded and she licked her lips in anticipation. Obsidian’s face buried against her throat at the side, breathing her in as his nose nuzzled her skin. A soft groan came from him.
“You still smell of food,” he rasped. “Do you know how often I ate French toast just to be reminded of you?”
Her hand slid into his hair, stroking the silky mass as her other hand gripped one broad shoulder. He pressed tighter against her body, his chest firm and solid. She wanted to cling to him and only resisted for a second before she hugged him tightly, both arms sliding around his back.
“They sent you away,” he rasped. “It drove me insane.” His nose rubbed the column of her throat, one hand slipping behind her back to pull her flush against him. “I’ve needed you.”
“Me too,” she admitted. “So much. Every single day.”
Obsidian bumped against her knee and she spread her thighs to allow him to wedge his hips between them. He really was bigger, the weight he’d put on over the months wasn’t just visible, she could feel it. That wasn’t the only thing that seemed bigger. The rigid press of his cock nudged against her pussy.
“You smell so good. So mine.”
His warm breath gave her the good kind of chills as it fanned across her skin with every breath he took. She regretted not removing her clothes when he’d ordered her to, hating the barriers between them. All she wanted was to be skin to skin with him.
“Let me go.”
“No.” He pulled her closer. “Never.”
“I want you.”
Those three words had a powerful effect on him. Air filled his chest enough to crush it against hers when he sharply inhaled and a rumbled growl was the sexiest thing she’d heard in three months. The hand on the small of her back dug lower until he cupped her ass, jerking her more firmly against his cock.
Alli softly moaned when his hips rocked, rubbing against her clit with the drag of his long, hard shaft. Even clothes couldn’t deter the pleasure. He grinded against her in a slow, steady pace that drove all thoughts from her mind. Her hands fisted his shirt, clawing at it, seeking skin.
Both of them panted, low moans filling the room, and his teeth nipped at the curve where her shoulder began. The feel of his fangs set her on fire, the sharp points not breaking skin but the danger of it was there.
“Mine,” he groaned near her ear when he kissed upward, trailing his hot tongue along the path.
Oh yeah, she agreed. All yours. His hips moved a little faster, the friction between them increasing as they heated up. Raw ecstasy hovered just out of her reach. She didn’t even care if she came faster than a rocket going off. It had been too long, too many lonely nights remembering the intimate memories they shared. Fantasy wasn’t as good as the real thing.
He snarled, his hips bucking in wild, rough jerks and it was enough. It was that last little element she needed to come. The climax centered where their bodies touched and she cried out his name before her breath was stolen away when her brain was hit with the first sharp blast of rapture.
They clung to each other, riding through it, and warmth seeped across her lower belly through her clothes. Obsidian had come with her. He stilled but his hold on her didn’t ease. She didn’t mind having a hard time catching her breath, being pressed between him and the back cushions of the couch.
Her eyes were closed and she kept them that way, tenderly exploring his back with her hands.
She longed to feel his smooth, hot skin. The shirt was in the way and she refused to ask him to put enough space between them to remove it. At times she’d been afraid she’d never get the opportunity again.
Chapter Twenty
Obsidian kept a strong grip on the small female he held. Alli smelled the exact way he remembered and he was grateful that she hadn’t changed her scent. The swelling of his dick receded but he refused to let her go.