Free Quiver (Revenge Book 1) by Trevion Burns Page A

around it, the way she felt a cross between sick and exhilarated. She could see the swell of her breasts without even having to look down at them, breathing so hard they jumped into her line of vision all on their own. When she entered her bedroom and took in her tufted black headboard and red bedding, she realized her knees were on the verge of giving out. That intoxicating scent came in behind her, that aura, that strength .
    She turned on her heel, facing her bedroom door with wide eyes.
    Gage stood in the doorframe, looking dashing in a V-neck shirt and gray slacks. His chest swelled with the same ferocity as hers. She wondered if her eyes said what his said. If they were as dark with desire. Her gaze fell to his hands when he clenched them into fists, the tiny, involuntary movement enough to steal her attention like a bomb going off.
    She didn’t move, and she couldn’t figure out if it was because she wouldn’t… or couldn’t.
    So he moved for her. The first step he took into her bedroom, past the threshold of the doorsill, was slow, as if he were waiting for her to throw a hand up and scream halt.
    She had no such intention. Whatever was making her stomach sick, her heart hammer, and her center pump like it was in a race to send every corner of her body overflowing with blood… it simply had to go.
    She drank in a deep breath when he took another step inside, longer that time. A small smile picked up the corner of his mouth as they drew closer.
    Veda didn’t smile back. When he was close enough, she reached out and claimed the waistband of his slacks.
    He sucked in a wallop of air through a suddenly shy smile, so sincere it made his eyes pinch into tiny slits. “I’ve never met a girl like you before.”
    “Shut up.” She undid his belt and slid it from the loops.
    She felt his eyes burning into the top of her head as she went to work on his button and zipper. He kept his muscular arms at his sides, that smirk still playing on his lips, wavering only when her hands came inches from the swelling in his pants. He drew in another breath when she undid his slacks, but didn’t push them down his legs.
    Veda’s hands left his body completely, and she lifted her eyes to his. She hadn’t realized his face was her second favorite thing about him until she saw it transforming in that moment. From enraptured to confused, impatient to ecstatic, and back again, all while looking at her like he was moments from eating her alive.
    When he reached out and cupped her waist, she felt fireworks explode inside her, lighting up every inch. She took his wrist, feeling his racing pulse as she removed his hand from her body.
    His eyebrows pulled. He waited for her to release his wrist before burying his fingers in her hair. Stepping forward, he leaned down and parted his lips, gasping for a taste of her.
    Veda pulled her head back, dodging his lips. “No,” she whispered.
    He pressed his forehead to hers, brushing the tips of their noses.
    “You scare me.” He laughed softly.
    A smile split her lips, and she took the bottom of his T-shirt in her hand, yanking at it.
    He swept it over his head without another thought, stepping closer and reclaiming her gaze as he tossed it away. His forehead found hers again, fingers re-submerging in her hair. He leaned closer and kissed the apple of her cheek, the softest brush of his lips.
    Veda’s eyes fluttered closed, but they flew right back open when she felt the warm air of his breath, coming faster each second, on her bottom lip. Her wide eyes explored him just as the tip of his tongue dipped out to sample it.
    She clapped her hands on his shoulders, distantly amazed at their width, pulling her lips away. “I said no.”
    His eyes grew stunned and hooded with rapture, all at once. His eyebrows tightened again, and he studied her face.
    Veda held his gaze for a moment longer before allowing her fingers to trail over his naked skin. She was amazed how something so hard could be so