Page 89 of Lawless in Leather

“Poor Wash. Deprived of the luxury he’s sure he deserves.”

“And what about you,” Mal asked. “Are you feeling deprived?”

Was she imagining things or had his voice just dropped down a few notches. She twisted her head up to look at him. And fell right into those hot dark lord eyes. Her heart started to pound all over again.

She was going to be out of adrenaline altogether if this kept up. “Deprived? Hmm, let me think about that. What would I have been deprived of?”

“Would you like me to tell you?”

Her stomach curled. She looked between the barrier that separated the back of the car from Ned. “That kind of depends on how soundproof that is.”

“It’s soundproof,” Mal said. “I swear on every cent I have.”

“So I get the Saints if you’re lying?”

“One-third of them, sure. But what would you do with a baseball team?” Mal said.

“Turn ’em into winners with my awesome cheer squads,” Raina said cheerfully. “Look how well I’ve done this year.”

Mal shook his head at her but then he laughed. “I wouldn’t put it past you. Though I for one would be sad if you had to give up burlesque to run a baseball team.”

“You would?”

“I would,” he said. “That outfit you wore with those wings has been haunting my dreams.”

She felt her smile go smug. “It has? What exactly do your dreams entail, O dark lord?”

“You. Feathers. Maybe some rope. Me peeling that leather off you and making you come your brains out.”

Her brain went blank at the mental image. “Oh. My,” she managed. “And then what happens?”

He proceeded to tell her. In quite a bit of detail. Until she shut him up to prevent herself from bursting into flames by the simple method of climbing into his lap and kissing him.

Oh God. The taste of Mal. After all this time away from him. She let herself drink him in, tongue tangling with his as she squirmed on his lap, trying to get closer.

Mal held on to her and kissed her back with equal passion.

“Ever had sex in this car?” she asked when they broke apart for a second. She wondered if her own eyes looked as lust fogged as his.

He shook his head. “Not that I can recall.”

“Well, that’s just sad. What’s the point of having a limo?—”

“It’s not a limo?—”

“You have a driver, this backseat is huge, that’s a limo in my book. Stop arguing, I’m propositioning you in your fancy car.”

“So you are,” he said. “I’m all ears.”

She pulled her sweatshirt over her head. “Ears are not a body part that interests me right now.”

His eyes were practically black now, the pupils huge. “Any body part you want. All yours.”

She lifted her hips to swing her leg free and sit back so she could start to push her yoga pants down. “No one can see in here, right?”

“Right,” he agreed. “No panties? Why, Ms. Easton, I’m?—”

“Shocked? You woke me up at three a.m. You’re lucky I found matching shoes. Underwear would’ve been wasting time.”

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