Born Into Fire by KyAnn Waters, Tarah Scott Read Free Book Online

laugh and trailed cool fingertips over her forehead as if to soothe. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
    “Eric?” Fear boiled in her belly. “What did you do to me?”
    “I’ve made you want me.”
    She tried laughing, but the sound came out a croak through her dry throat. Fever spiked. Breathe . She couldn’t breathe. “I feel like I’m on fire.”
    He grasped the edges of her T-shirt. “Lift your arms.”
    She obeyed, and he dragged the shirt over her head. Cool air washed over her. Kenna drew in a long draught of fresh air and lifted her gaze to meet his. Gone was the play of light in his irises. The pupils were now mere vertical slits. Cat eyes. A sleek jaguar.
    Kenna reached up and cupped the back of his neck. He flinched. She hesitated, then realized his reaction was because her warm hands met his chilled flesh, and pulled him closer. An inch from her mouth, he halted the lowering of his head. She lifted on tiptoes and slid a needy kiss against his lips. Warmth and cool mixed. Her head swam.
    “Fever,” she whispered.
    He groaned and traced the seam of her mouth with his tongue. She imagined the slow slide of his cock matching the languorous strokes of his tongue against hers. The heat between her legs intensified. With trembling hands, she placed her palms on him and slowly tracked the contours of his sculpted chest. Controlled power simmered beneath his strained muscles. Kenna twined her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
    The temperature rose. Eric yanked her hard against his body and savagely claimed her lips. She gasped. Earthy, clean tastes of rain, spices, and mountain air sizzled across her palate. His tongue curled around hers and sucked it into his mouth. He swept the soft tissues of her mouth and spiraled her senses out of control. His urgent kisses were fierce and needy. She ached for even more. Ached with a desperation she didn’t understand, only intrinsically understood that he could ease the fire scorching her internally.
    One hand on her back, he stroked as he crushed her tighter to his chest, flattening her breasts against him. His fingers trailed cool swirls along her back. God, she wanted him. A bra strap slipped down her arm. Kenna rubbed against him, and the smooth cotton of his shirt rubbed against the exposed edge of the nipple. She slipped the straps down both arms, then unhooked the front and let the bra drop. Eric sucked in a breath.
    Desire shot through her at the blatantly male response, and her nipples tightened. She needed him, now . Kenna grasped his hand and covered a breast with it. Cool fingers closed around her flesh. She cried out and pressed his palm closer.
    “Eric,” she pleaded.
    “Kenna,” he said in a hoarse voice and kneaded the breast.
    “Cold,” she murmured. “So cold. Feels so good.”
    Was she sick? If she was, Eric was the cure. She shivered and burned. No, this wasn’t like anything she’d ever experienced. This was almost supernatural.
    Eric slathered kisses down her neck. She shuddered at the icy sensation of his mouth. Like hot ice. Kenna threaded her fingers through his hair. Everywhere, she felt him everywhere. She pressed against him, seeking the cool release from the blazing inferno roaring through her body.
    “I want to touch you.” She slipped her hands under his shirt and brushed fingertips against pebbled nipples.
    Kenna shoved the shirt up and came face-to-face with the broad expanse of tanned chest. She kissed a breastbone, a pec, then a nipple.
    With a growl, he yanked his shirt over his head. In a jerky motion, he tugged open the buttons on her jeans then shoved them down past her hips. Kenna kicked off her sandals, then threw her arms around his neck as he lifted her onto the table in one fluid motion. Heat from her pussy burned her inner thighs.
    Eric pulled the jeans the rest of the way off her body and whispered, “Spread your legs.”
    Kenna froze. Those words. Her dream. Her throat constricted. He