Page 83 of Stolen Temptation

I have no idea if I’m going to survive any of this. But more importantly, I don’t know how many more of these moments with Rory I’m going to get.

If I want to seize the day, I need to do it right here and now.

And right now, the security cameras are the only things holding my towel up. As soon as he disables them, nothing will stop me from throwing myself at this exquisite man.

Rory doesn’t pull out his phone or fiddle with his watch.

Instead, he comes toward me, slow and steady. His taut, muscled body and the height of his stature intimidate me in the best way. I want to retreat and press closer all at the same time.

Rory’s eyes drill into mine. “I disabled the cameras before I came in.”

I let go of the towel. The soft, plush fabric falls from my chest, slithers down my hips, past my knees, and crumples on the floor.

This is the definition of total exposure.

Rory’s gaze melts and darkens as it travels over my bare body…

Then, as quick and powerful as lightning, his eyes snap back to mine.

“Be sure.” His deep, hoarse voice sends a shiver down my spine.

“I am,” I whisper, heart flying. “I want you, Rory.”

He growls, closing the distance between us in a single stride. He yanks my hair down, forcing my head back so he can crush his hungry lips to mine, that tongue invading the humid depths of my mouth.

I can’t even imagine what Rory’s like when he’s rough. Just his lips on mine cause my insides to tremble with anticipation.

One of his thick, hot palms appears on the small of my back. I jump at the sudden heat before my body nestles into his waiting embrace.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d touch me again,” I gasp against his greedy mouth. He groans in reply.

“Nothing could stop me from wanting you.” The way his tongue folds and flips against mine gets my nipples rock-hard.

My face must be flushed from all the heat we’re making. Rory pries my mouth open wider, his fingers tangling deeper into my hair. He cups the back of my head in his massive palm, pressing my skull against his own.

Forcing us into a kiss that cannot be broken.

His mouth ravages mine. I didn’t even know that was possible.

Before this moment, I had no idea that with just two lips and a tongue, a man could overpower me so easily. Like it’s nothing.

With every savage kiss he plants on me, I sink into him a little more.

My arms fold around the thick column of his neck as his other hand travels up and down the slope of my back, tantalizing my skin with his calloused fingers.

I moan aloud when he squeezes my ass and digs his teeth into my bottom lip. “I’ve been dreaming about this ass.” Rory spins us toward the bed without letting me out of his embrace.

My heart bounces at those words.

It’s just my ass he’s been dreaming about, so why does it feel like he’s been dreaming aboutme? All of me?

With hot cheeks and nervous fingers, I release his neck and drop my hands down to the hem of his shirt. I push under the fabric, traversing the muscled plains beneath. Rory’s skin is hot and smooth.

Damn, the heat coming off him could start a wildfire.

As soon as my fingertips brush over his nipples, my eyes pop open. I don’t know why I’m suddenly self-conscious about touching him. Rory notices my hesitation.

“What?” I drop my head back all over again as he trails kisses up my jaw. “Is my little painter nervous?”