Free Poisonous Desires by Selena Illyria Page B

gaze skittered away but then returned back to meet his eyes.
    Again he studied her style of dress and her posture. Although she seemed relaxed, tension radiated from her in small waves. Her shoulders were down, her chin lifted, and her gaze darted around them, but every few seconds it would settle on him and then move around again. When her eyes focused on him, he felt a shiver run through him as his body tightened. Her arms hung at her sides, no longer balled up into fists, and her legs were spread; she leaned forward a bit, but not enough to make him think she’d attack him. He raised an eyebrow at her.
    “Business that means you could get hurt.” It wasn’t a question; he always suspected, but never researched, that what she did required violence at times and a need to know self-defense. Her body was lean, athletic in build, but had enough curves that he had something to grip on to when he drove into her. Another burst of heat bloomed in his stomach to spread throughout his body. A wave of arousal tried to rise, but he shoved it back. He needed to know why she was here.
    She shrugged, and he swore. “I can’t do the Werewolf Summit and worry about you at the same time.”
    Nadia’s sensuous lips curled into an amused smile. “No need for that. I have backup.” She looked back in the direction of the café.
    “Him?” Urban shook his head. “No, he’s one of Torger’s , and I doubt Tor would want you two working together. You are trouble, after all,” he said with a chuckle.
    She raised an eyebrow at him. “ Moi ? Ennui, non .” As if to prove her point she stepped forward, rose on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her fingers buried into his hair, which had grown longer since the last time they’d been together. He’d been meaning to get it cut, but it felt good to have her fingers play with the strands. Her fingernails scratched at his scalp before she pulled his head down for a soft kiss. He melted against her and wrapped his arms around her waist, settling his hand on her lower back. For a moment he savored her lips against his before he opened his mouth, and his tongue darted out to tease the seam of her lips. She opened up for him and could taste what she’d had for breakfast, right down to the chocolate in the mocha she’d had.
    He felt her hand cup the side of his neck as he lost himself in the feel of her in his arms once again. The kiss turned deeper, hungrier until they were mashing teeth, biting each other’s lips, and their tongues twined in a need to take control. His thoughts turned fuzzy as his lungs burned for air. As much as he didn’t want to break the connection, Urban pulled back, panting. They were out in the open, exposed, and yet all he wanted to do was drag her against the nearest tree, rip off her clothes, and plunge into her wet heat. He tilted his head back and moaned when he felt her nails drag down over his chest and abdomen until she stopped to cup and squeeze his needy cock. “Fuck.” The word dragged out of him on a whisper as her palm rocked against his erection.
    “Urban,” she whispered and peppered kisses over his neck and down the center of his cotton-covered chest.
    “Yellow,” he muttered, and much to his annoyance felt her still with her hand over his denim-covered dick. He took a deep breath and blew out it through his nose. “Not here, and not now. Not until you tell me why you’re here.” Urban managed to grasp at the little control he had and refused to rock his hips against her hand.
    She sighed. “Urban, I can’t—” she started.
    He cut her off. Urban looked down at her; acid churned in his stomach, burning away some of his arousal. “Why? I can make you tell me.” He hated to use that card, but if she screwed up things for the Werewolf Summit, Torger would have both their heads. And he couldn’t have that. There was too much at stake.
    Sadness filled Nadia’s brown eyes, pain flitting across her face. “No, don’t, please.