Page 62 of Walking in Darkness

Pax

I could not make it back to the motel fast enough. That single mile felt like fifty as Aria continued to kiss along my throat and dig those nails into my skin as we traveled.

Her hair bunched up in my face, the scent of coconut and goodness filling my senses.

Her aura all around.

Whatever the fuck had happened back there was still pumping through our veins and driving this craze that encircled us.

I took a sharp left into the motel parking lot, careening across to a spot that was close to the stairs.

I barely had it in park and shut off before I was back to kissing her like our lives depended on it.

Wondered if they did.

If all this was dependent on the two of us being together, hinged on Nols’ connections being so much greater than we’d ever believed.

The only thing I knew right then was this girl made me better. That touching her lit something in my spirit that otherwise would have remained dead.

Undiscovered.

Aria crawled across the console to wrap herself back around me. “Need you,” she muttered at my mouth.

I tossed open the door and climbed out with her in my arms, kissing her mad, the way she was kissing me. Unable to stop, rasps of words making it out through the plucking and pulling of our lips. “You have me. You fuckin’ have me, Aria. All of me.”

I knocked the door shut with my hip, and without breaking the kiss, I let my attention slant around our surroundings for a single beat before I started up the steps with her in my arms.

She rocked against me, pressing her perfect frame to my overheated body as she fought to get closer. Hands yanking at my hair and nails raking down the back of my skull and to my neck.

Lust gripped me by the throat.

The desire severe.

Neither of us seemed to give a shit that we were out in the light of day, clawing to get to the other.

We made it to our door. Aria had a key card in her pocket, and she fumbled around to slide it into the reader as I held her with one arm looped tight around her waist and turned the knob with the other.

It swept open to the dimness of the room, and I carried her in, letting the door drop shut behind us. Our kisses remained frantic as I worked through the two locks.

Only made it a step deeper into the room before I pressed her back to the wall.

“Pax,” she whimpered as she used those sweet, powerful hands to shove my leather jacket from my shoulders. I shucked out of it, letting it plop to the floor as I tore at hers, ripping it down her arms.

She arched forward so I could get it free, those tits covered by her long-sleeved tee brushing against my chest.

Fire lashed.

A lick of flames that singed beneath the surface of my skin.

I had her pinned by my hips, my cock straining between us as we tore at each other’s clothes. I twisted her out of her shirt in one secondflat, hands slipping around her to unclasp the hook of her bra and dragging the straps down her arms just as she yanked my tee over my head and kicked off her shoes.

The girl was hooked high on the wall, that lush fall of black hair raining around her shoulders. Her pale, pink-tipped nipples were puckered and peaked, her chest heaving for breath.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words rasped from her as she dragged her blunt nails from my jaw and down my chest in a desperate plea, and she reached down and frantically tugged at the button on my jeans.

My muscles ticked and bowed at the touch, abdomen rippling, the need to be inside her growing to unbearable. My palms skidded down her sides as I pressed my mouth to her neck and laved kisses along the delicate column. When I spoke, my voice was a gruff scrape. “It’s you, Aria. You are the beauty. The fullness of it. Have never seen anything so right. The shape of you. Inside and out.”

I shifted so I could loop my arm around her waist to support her, and the other moved to the button of her jeans. I popped it and dragged down her zipper. My palm snaked beneath the material, slipping around until I was gripping her ass.