Page 182 of Lost Lyrebird

I go to speak, but he places a single finger over my lips.“Let me just look at you, Lil’.It feels like I’ve waited forever to see you look at me this way again.”His voice is gravelly and low and does all sorts of things to my body.

I’m crying now, damn him.Smiling through my tears, but crying nonetheless.My own personal fucking wrecking ball, ladies and gentlemen.That’s what this man is.

“Okay, I’m ready.But first, you gotta say it again.”He grins wickedly.

I shake my head, confused.“Say what?”

He jerks his chin towards the direction I came from.“What you said when you saw me.”

I laugh and nearly roll my eyes.I palm the side of his face and stare straight into his eyes.“Hey, baby.”

“Fuck.Yeah, just like that.Best thing I’ve heard in my life.”

“You’re crazy.”

“For you.Yes.You had your doubts?”

His gray-blue eyes stay locked on my face with such focus it’s like he’s seeing right into my soul, laying everything bare between us without a word.He pulls me forward and hugs me again.His arms wrap tightly around me, and the fabric of his shirt is soft under my fingers as I slide my hand over his chest and hold him close.

“I guess not.”

He tilts his head down, lifting my chin with his knuckle.“You’re fucking beautiful, Lil’.In a take-my-fucking-breath-away kind of way.”His thumb traces the line of my jaw.

“Oh, stop.”I lightly slap his chest.

“I don’t know how else to say it.I just feel it here, you know?”He presses his palm to his chest and holds it there over mine.

I swipe away more tears.“You’re making me ruin my makeup.”

He shrugs.“I like you like this.Real.Honest.Just you.Wild and stunning.”

“Am I gonna have to kiss you so you stop with the compliments?”

He laughs.And Jesus, the sound is amazing.Husky and hoarse.Rough.Like him.“Now, that’s a grand fuckin’ idea.”

My gaze travels over his face.“Yeah.”My voice is low and quiet, like a whisper.I run my fingers through his hair, and it feels like silk.It’s healthy and gorgeous, and I absolutely love the shade that the black and grey make together.

Palming my neck, he tilts my face, and our breath skates over one another’s.His other hand travels down resting lower on my back, nearly palming my ass.

“Should we be doing this?Aren’t there rules or something we’re breaking?”I ask.

“I could give a fuck at this moment.”

“Me too.”

“Then how about you break the rules with me, baby?”

I close the distance and kiss him.It’s deep and passionate, to the point he dips me back and takes more and more from me, exploring my mouth.The groan he makes rumbles through me.I moan in return.Heat floods my body, and the ache between my legs grows unbearable.I’ve never wanted to have my way with a man as badly as I do him.If we were anywhere else…

I kiss him harder, deeper, until the world fades away and all that’s left is him—his taste, his touch, the way his body moves against mine.His hand cups the back of my head, tilting my face so he can devour me from a new angle.I melt into him, lost in the heat of his mouth, the slide of his tongue, the press of his body.The hardness I feel pressing into me.

It’s not just a kiss—it’s a claim, a promise, a brand.

“Fuck,” he growls, his voice rough with need as he pulls back just enough to meet my gaze.His dark blue eyes are nearly black with desire, and there’s something wild in them, something untamed and dangerous.“We’re gonna get my ass kicked out of here, but I could care less.”

I smile, breathless, flushed, my hands still tangled in his hair.“No conjugal visits for inmates?”

He gives that half-growl, half-groan of his.An animalistic, possessive sound that goes straight to my pussy and has me aching.