Hawthorn stood. Dark hooded eyes, broad shoulders back filling up the space and every bit the male she had seen not more than hours ago. A jar of honey was in his hand.
"What are you...how could––"
"I find you?" His voice rolled out calm, and deep slipping over her and moistening her panties.
"Yes. Find me." She swallowed. She looked at the jar of honey and back to him. His gaze bore into hers and she averted her eyes opening the door. "Come in."
He walked through the threshold, his boots thumping softly on the floor. "I have a knack for finding the things I'm after." He grinned.
Cocky bastard. She shut the door and crossed her arms. "And what are you doing here?" Inside butterflies tossed in her stomach. She wanted him to say he'd come for her but at the same time was terrified to hear him say it. Her mind jumping from one side to the other. Her hands fisted the sides of her shirt where he couldn't see.
"I told you I'd find you." He took one long stride toward her. "We left things a little..." He took another step and she backed up until she hit the wall. "Steamy." His voice dropped so low she barely heard the last word. Her heart hammered at her ribcage.
"What..ah." She cleared her throat. "What do you want?"
Thorn put his free hand on the wall beside her and she almost melted into him. How had he gotten so elfing good at teasing her?
"I want you of course." His lips barely above hers. She could feel the heat blazing off them and her body arched to kiss him.
Thorn backed away.
Cayenne shook her head, trying to filter out the effect he had on her. Damnit why'd she want him?
"I assume your sister has turned in for the night?" He circled the large area, eyes darting over the sparse space.
"Yes." She moved away from the wall hoping he wouldn't make her want to retreat back into it and still a little worried she wanted him to.
"And which one is yours?"
Cayenne pointed to the door to the left. Her hand shook as she pushed it back underneath her arm to keep him from noticing. Partially disgusted with herself she wondered why she reacted this way. It wasn't like she hadn't slept with him before. But somehow this felt different. He knew what he was getting into, she thought she knew what she was getting into, and the air around them seemed to crackle with attraction or maybe it was lust.
Thorn didn't wait for her permission. He closed the distance swiftly between them, grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the bedroom. The door opened to darkness and when he walked in, it engulfed his large form. She followed and with every step she not only knew what was coming, but her body slicked in want of him. Flashes of their last sexual encounter after the bar entered her head and she groaned inward. She hoped she'd forgive herself in the morning.
~From my current WIP A Hint of Cayenne
I wrote this two nights ago and would like some honest feedback on this short scene.
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