Her Sworn Enemy (Men of the Zodiac) by Theresa Meyers

Author:Theresa Meyers [Meyers, Theresa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Entangled: Indulgence
Published: 2015-12-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Apparently he was done flirting with her. Tuck leaned in and kissed her hard. Bella’s entire body responded to the heady invasion with a raw, needy edge. He wrapped strong hands on either side of her waist, then skimmed them down to trace her hips, drawing her closer until her belly pressed against the hot, hard length of him, and the core of her throbbed in response.

She could sense the hunger in him, the need to be her sole focus, the reason she breathed. And regardless of her uncertainty, she couldn’t help sinking into the sensation and letting it wash over her. Even as his teeth grazed over her bottom lip and his tongue slid against hers, she still wanted more. Bella wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers tangled in the hair at his nape.

Only the sound of footsteps from inside the house coming toward the door made them pause. Both of them were breathing hard, air sawing in and out. “This way,” she said breathlessly as her heart pounded erratically, and her lips buzzed from the kiss.

Grabbing his hand, Bella pulled him along the street to the far end of the house. The streetlight illuminated the street but didn’t reach beneath the balcony, leaving them in the dark. Fortunately, she didn’t need the light to tell her where she was. She undid the wrought iron gate that had once been the passage for horses and carriages to get to the stables at the back of the property. She refastened the gate. They hid in the shadows, his body, solid and warm pressed against hers as they stood face to face.

The night air was humid and warm, scented with the jasmine that grew up and over the garden walls at the other end of what she’d always called the tunnel. Built for carriages, not cars, it was as narrow as a parking space, which meant Tuck seemed to take up even more room. The plinking, repetitive sound of dripping water from the air conditioner at the back of the house echoed off the brick tunnel walls.

This close and personal, Tuck’s signature scent of clean male, ocean, and sunshine, blended with a hint of coconut sunscreen, surrounded her. The scent reminded her of the open sea, big blue skies, and beaches of powdered sand.

“Shh.” Bella pressed an index finger to his lips. The blue depths of his eyes filled with a spark of mischief. His mouth twitched.

“What would you do if I made you scream right about now?” he whispered.

“Never let you touch me again,” she said. The edge of her tone was pretty much lost because she was trying not to be heard. “Quiet!”

Right around the corner, not five feet away, the front door opened, and the voices of Jackson and Min punctuated the hot, humid night air. Tucker bent down farther, nuzzling her neck with his soft lips. His kisses made her knees weak, and she had to grab his upper arms to hold her upright. Her aunt and Jackson carried out a prolonged version of pleasantries as they said their good nights.

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