Page 75 of Raw Honey
"Oh, and what's that?"
"Unbridled passion. I can light that fire in you that you crave, but are too afraid to go after." He takes a step closer, wrapping his arm around my waist he pulls me against him. "All teasing and kidding aside, Honey, I'm what you need. Deep down, even though you are afraid to admit it, I'm the one you want."
I try to push him away, but his grip on me is tight and I'm not strong enough to break free. "I'm not afraid of anything, Sainte. You're delusional."
"Ok, fair enough. Then let's test my theory out." He pauses, waiting for me to respond, but I don't. I'm listening so I can show him he's wrong. "You let me kiss you. You give in to the kiss, no holding back. If, when the kiss is over, you can honestly say that you don't want me, I'll leave you alone. And to sweeten the deal, I'll even leave the MC." He pauses again, then adds, "But if you can't, then I'm staying … and you and I are going to see where this goes."
Knowing how much I hate him, I quickly agree. I stand there waiting for him to kiss me, and when he doesn't I look at him with confusion. "What? You afraid now?"
"Oh, hell no, darling. I'm planning. This may very well be the last time I kiss you and I'm gonna make sure it's a good one."
"Oh my God, you are really something."
He doesn't answer but begins to back me against the wall. His eyes never leave my own and his stare is so intense I feel as if I am mesmerized. When I hit the wall, he takes my arms and raises them above my head, pinning them there with his right hand. He then takes his left hand and trails it down the center of my body. I begin to squirm. He moves in and tenderly kisses behind my ear and trails kisses down my neck. He moves to my mouth and hovers there briefly, then takes my lips, slowly and passionately at first and then increasing with urgency as he devours my mouth. I can't fight him. I don't want to fight him. I can't deny that he kisses unlike any man I've known and he makes me hungry for more. His tongue begins to dance with mine as he drinks from me, greedily. When he breaks away, I'm breathless, and my lips are swollen and bruised.
He steps backs and says, "Looks like I'm staying," and walks away. I stand there shakily for a few minutes; my legs have turned into rubber bands.How could one kiss take so much out of me?When I turn to head back toward the stairs, I find Hawk standing in the hallway.Fuck!
"Hawk! I didn't know you were there."
"Obviously," he says and turns to leave.
"Hawk, wait! Let me explain," I call after him.
"I can't talk to you right now. I'm going home. We'll talk in the morning."
"But …"
"I can't." He turns toward the door and leaves without a glance back toward me.
Oh God, what have I done?
