Page 25 of Vicious Sabotage

When he took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him, his features were stony, giving her no indication of what he thought of his behavior toward her.

As she struggled for air, her chest heaved again, dragging her hardened nipples an inch up his granite chest…and down again when she released it.

God, the want building inside her. The feel of his hand on her ass…was so forbidden. So…

Exciting.

She planted a hand on his chest and twisted his shirt. “Game on.”

She went on tiptoe and kissed him.

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Fuck. Carver’s dick stiffened at the crush of Livia’s body against his. He was already half hard when he laid his hand across her ass…but the feel of her lips sent his body into hyperdrive.

He shouldn’t be surprised that testing Livia brought out a reaction like this in her.

Next time he’d spank her bare ass.

He applied pressure to her plump lips. She pushed closer for more.

With a primal groan, he swiped his tongue across her closed lips. When she gasped, he went deeper, plunging his tongue inside her sweet mouth. Christ, she tasted like hops and woman—a striking and unexpected combination.

The tip of her tongue passed over his. They shared a moan.

He tore from the kiss long enough to say, “Game fucking on.”

Bracing a hand on the wall, he latched on to her hip, yanking her in. Each pass of their tongues drove him higher. Hell, he could easily lose himself in her.

He couldn’t let that happen. He had a job to do, and that was to protect her. Whether she believed it or not, she put herself in danger the instant she pulled that trigger.

As her palms landed on his spine, he felt the light stab of her fingernails. Fuck yeah. He had no doubt she’d be a little hellion between the sheets. Much more of this kiss and he’d find out.

Tearing from the kiss, he skimmed his mouth down her delicate jaw to her throat. Was it terrible of him to want to mark her with the scrape of his rough beard stubble while pounding his cock into her tight pussy?

Skating his hand up her side, he curled his fingers around her breast. Her quiet moan filtered into his psyche and plucked at the threads of his control.

When he closed his fingers around the tiny bud of her nipple, she rocked her hips into him. Digging her fingers into his scalp, she brought his head up. Their gazes locked and held.

He saw the instant she realized what they were doing. The lights in her sapphire eyes flickered out.

She dropped her hands. “I need to get back in there.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, battling to get a grip. Was this how it had been for Colton and Hunter when they found their match in women? He didn’t know Meadow and Ivy well at all, but could guess that the women who snagged the hearts of his men had cores of steel.

So did this petite redhead who’d just kissed him first.

Kissed him like it was her last day on earth.

He didn’t push away from her but stared down at the storm clouds banking in her eyes as she threw up her walls again.

Walls he could rip down again and again if he had a mind to.

He didn’t earn his nickname by being soft. He hunted. He prowled. He got what he wanted.

Right this second, he wanted Livia.

“What do you need to do inside? You were so eager to come out, defying my rules.”

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