LION (Shifter Kings Nashville Book 1) by Holly Gunn & T. Birmingham

Author:Holly Gunn & T. Birmingham [Gunn, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hell Bent Press
Published: 2019-05-20T05:00:00+00:00

JULES

He’s good. He hasn’t even kissed me yet and I’m already feeling all that grit I’ve worked on for four months melt into a puddle around me. We’re on a bed. In a motel room. There are candy wrappers crinkling under my ass. He smells of sunshine, grass, pizza, and his own unique masculine scent, and I want to roll in it. I want to rub against him and feel his pulse race, knowing it’s me who’s making him lose his sense of time and space.

“I want you too.” His thumb on my lips presses in at my reply.

I’ve said it. There’s no taking it back.

I don’t know if I want his honesty, his strength, his protective instincts, his slow smile with that amazing dimple, his deep amber eyes meeting mine, or his body. Maybe I want it all. Maybe I want all that and more. Maybe I want just this: to be with my king. I shake off that last thought because it hurts too much right now. I can’t control the future. I can only take this moment and make it mine.

I fall forward into his sideways facing body. I’m on my knees, my hands going to his thick dirty-blond hair. His lips are the softest thing I’ve ever felt and I lick at them wanting a taste. He tastes of the same things he scents of: pizza and sunshine and Lion.

“Please.” I murmur a plea when a hand settles roughly on my hip to pull me closer. That rough touch is a beat of pressure that feels like catching your breath on the upward climb of a roller coaster. I know what’s coming. I’m there on the edge. And Lion’s doing everything to push me over. Lips and hands—on my face, on my hips. Trembling yet strong fingers trail a path from my jaw. Those fingers cascade down one side of my neck, along a pulse, until they reach the small crevice in the center. His palm rests against my chest and I think, just a little lower. I want to beg. My voice is hushed when I whimper, “Lie.” There’s warmth flowing through me. I haven’t felt warmth in what seems like forever. And I’ve never felt anything like this.

Then he just stops.

My eyes are barely open, I’m so turned on, so desperate.

His breaths reach across the space he’s put between us and I manage to cry in a broken voice, “Lie, don’t stop. Please, Lion. Please, don’t stop.”

His breathing is harsh. When his forehead leans against mine, I feel like I’ve missed something. Before I can protest, he says, “Jules.” That’s it. Just my name. And that’s when I get it. I haven’t said his name. Just moments before, his fingers gliding along the sensitive flesh of my throat. That was the first time.

My king.

My eyes open and there’s only a beat. Just a beat where our eyes meet and it’s like earlier in the alleyway when we met soul to soul for the first time.

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