Chapter 83
**Torin POV**
Her head tips up and I seal the gap as her lips move eagerly against my own. The kiss is powerful, my insides smoldering as I have no choice but to let it burn as her hands wander from my shoulders to the small of my back and… lower.
I clasp her face in my hands, pulling away so I can look in her eyes.
“What are you doing,” I say in a heat-haze rush, my heart thumping as I watch her tongue trace the line of her lips.
“Something I wish I’d regret.”
A sound, something animalistic escapes me and with a hard jerk, I pull her toward me and crash my mouth to hers. She gasps and returns the kiss with mounting passion and it's like neither of us can no hold back a moment longer. Her mouth opens, and the feeling of her tongue tangling with my own sends a thrill of reckless excitement surging through me—every part of me stiffening.
I look down at her through my lashes, eyes locking as I seek permission with a humble tug of her clothes. My question is unspoken but obvious and my stomach flips with anticipation as she yields a nod. I gently strip away the layers of clothes piece by piece, the tips of my teeth grazing every inch of skin I reveal with each teasing nip that grows more ravenous and she jolts, instead of pulling away. She cups the nape on my neck and holds me close as I savor the sweet salt of her skin—excitement pulsates, sending a song through my blood.
She steps back. Her hungry gaze sweeps across my body, igniting an inferno. She starts tugging my jacket and with trembling hands, I tear away the rest of my clothes, desperate to remove the layers that stand between us. When my clothes are pooled on the floor, she pauses to take in every inch of me, and when her eyes eventually reach my face, it flaunts a smug grin.
“Want to keep staring at what you want? Or do you want to take it?”
With brute force, she rams me back until I hit a stand. A vase teeters before it shatters on the ground, we pause, panting, glancing at the collection of scattered shards.
“I hope that wasn’t Abu’s favorite,” she says jokingly.
With a wild grin, I whip out an arm across the surface, sending every decorative ornament tumbling to the floor in a raucous crash. I drink in her smile as an echo of her laugh courses through me—the kiss ramping up in an exhilarating intensity as her fingers dig into my back as if trying to anchor herself, her nails raking up my spine and I hiss in delight. I grab her by the waist before I lift her onto the now vacated surface, stepping between her thighs. Impulsively, she wraps her legs around me. She presses against me, feeling the aftermath of her touch, the vestiges of her claim upon my flesh as I arch into her, relishing in her touch in a wordless plea for more.
I recapture her lips, her tongue caresses and swirls playfully and a shiver arcs down my back as I moan shamelessly. She kisses up my neck, and along my jaw to leave a trail of fire, only to go in for another kiss that makes my mind twist and churn in every possible direction. I slam my hand into the wall to center myself, my lips consuming hers as I feel myself begin to lose all control and she feels my fervor, the bone-aching need, and the hard length of me proclaiming desire.
The burn searing me from within to the outside, verging the boundary of no return.
But that’s the difference between my brother and I.
I know when to stop.
Painfully, I pull away, breathing heavily against her lips and she knows exactly why I hold back. And her response, her lack of protest proves my concern that she’s not ready. Not yet.
***
I wake up to an empty bed, which is standard. Only for Hadassah.
As soon as she was up for it, she went straight into physio with aerobics and light cardiovascular activities that the good doc recommended. Embraced by the plush bedding, I find the will to scramble out to go wash and get ready. When I’m done, I’m dressed in all-white cotton shirt flowy, with matching baggy pants. I leave the chalet to go to the one just next door to visit my techie to see his progress in finding Calum. We have a good lock on the second book, but it’s useless without that geek brain of his. I hate to admit that I need the kid—he made sure of that.
I enter without knocking, breezing inside and the interior is similar but smaller to my own.
I go for the second room that I know he’s using as his own computer lab with high-tech monitors and everything—enough computing power to get the job done effectively. And some upgrades Abu so generously supplied.
“I better hope you’re—”
Hadassah taps one key and all the monitors switch specs.
She swivels around on the leather chair and looks back at me as if I’m the one in the wrong.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as casually as I can.
She shrugs carelessly. “Your tech guy said he could show me surveillance on my mom. He said you wouldn’t mind. I just wanted to check on her with everything that happened. To see and know that she’s still safe.”
She rises and I come closer with my hands slipping into the absurdly large pockets.
“You are both safe,” I promise.
She gazes back at me with a smile that sends a flare of heat.
“You okay?”
She gnaws on the corner of her lip with a serious expression. “It’s really hot out here. I think I need to cool down.”
I swallow. Hard.
“You game for a swim?” Failing to keep my voice steady. “But—but I don’t think there’s any costumes for you to wear.”
“Who says I need to wear anything?” she says with an intoxicating smile.
I gulp as she sashays past me, peeling her top off as I stare at bare back as she twirls the top in her hand teasingly, vanishing beyond the door. I tear my hands out from my pockets as I race after her.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
