Exclusive Excerpt from Back to You
by Kiska Gray
He climbed on top of me, kissing his way up my body. His hands framed my face and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, panting for breath between demanding, passionate kisses. When he pulled back, his eyes were as black as an inky sea, his pupils blown out with desire.
“Want you,” he mumbled against my lips, our noses rubbing together. “I want you so damn bad.”
“Yeah?” I breathed.
He grabbed my hand and drew it down to his own erection. “Yeah. I’ve only been dreaming of fucking you since the day you left. Now that I found you…” His lips curled up at the corners. “I’m not letting you get away, not until I’ve left my mark.” He nipped my lip and tugged it into his mouth, his eyes going half-lidded. “If you want to wait…”
“No.” I pushed at his shoulder. “Bedroom?”
“Yes.” He jumped to his feet and grabbed my hand, and we ran down the hall. Dane dragged me into his room and kicked the door shut behind him. “Strip,” he barked. He reached back and tugged his t-shirt off, tossing it to the floor.
“You know it. Lose the shirt and the socks. I wanna see you naked, on your back, on my bed with your legs spread.” His face flushed, but the intensity in his eyes only brightened. My heart kicked in my chest. He toed off his shoes, and then his pants and those damnable silk boxers hit the floor. I stood there, in awe of his beauty, still wearing my shirt and socks.
“Hollister Bay, if you don’t get naked, I’m gonna kick your ass—right after I’m done plowing it.”
I laughed and started stripping. “Someone’s horny.”
“It’s your fault,” he replied. “Waltzing back into my life, too damn sexy to resist. Bed. Now.”
With a snort, I walked past him—slowly—and slapped him on the ass. He yelped, then tackled me the moment I climbed into bed. The heat of his hard body rubbing shamelessly against mine was such a turn on that it made my head spin. I grasped at his shoulders and neck as he began to kiss me fervently once more.
I reached between us and tugged on his erection, loving the feel of him in my hand. He was bigger than I remembered. Heat sizzled over my skin. Breathless, we parted. Dane rolled across the bed and dug around in his bedside table. He returned with a half-used bottle of lube and a condom pinched between two fingers.
“Only if you’re sure,” he told me.
“Dane, I’ve been waiting for this for what seems like a hundred years. Please. I want this, maybe even more than you do.”
“I don’t know about that,” he murmured.
“Turn over. Hands and knees, ass in the air.”