Page 102 of Her Dark Angel

If I wasn’t already suffocating from the lack of air in the car, I would combust from the sheer tension sizzling between us.

Neither of us makes a move as we stare at each other, waiting to see who will make the first move. My body aches to be touched by him. To feel the tips of his fingers glide against my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I crave the feel of his lips against mine and the way his crude words send me into a dizzy spell.

I want him.

“You told me we couldn’t keep doing this, little devil, and here you are tempting me as usual. You’re the goddamn Devil on my shoulder whispering in my ear like a siren, making me lose my mind.” Lust coats his voice. He tilts his head to the side slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I want to hear you say you want me, but only because you believe the words. Because I want you, Kin. I need you. And I want to hear you beg for me.”

Every fiber of my being is telling me not to say the words because there will be no going back. If I tell him what he wants to hear, everything will change. And although that thought alone scares the shit out of me, I know deep down I can no longer continue pushing this man away and pretending I don’t want him, because I do. So fucking badly it consumes me.

The voices in the back of my mind try to make themselves known, but with Nash’s mismatched eyes bearing down on me, they’re pushed to the depths of my mind, allowing no space for them to try and ruin this moment.

I blow out a shaky breath, not trusting my voice to speak the words on the tip of my tongue. “I want you… Nash.”

He stares at me, blinking slowly as if unable to believe I said the words out loud. The silence makes me wish I could retract the words for fear that maybe he was playing me this whole time and was looking to humiliate me.

What if he doesn’t want me the way I want him?

What if this is just a sick, twisted way for him to reel me in to then toss me aside like a piece of garbage?

What if he?—

Nash steals what little breath I have the moment his lips crash against mine. We meet in an explosion of lust, raw desire, and fucking need. It’s enough to make me feel dizzy, my body growing warm and fuzzy as our lips move feverishly together.

Neither of us care about the other cars around us, the movie long forgotten now, as I crawl across the center console into Nash’s lap. A moan bubbles up from my throat the moment his hands snake around my waist to rest firmly on the curve of my ass, pushing me against his hard length. I fight the urge to rock against his crotch to create some friction to relieve the tension building in my core.

If the paps are watching us from wherever they’re hiding, they’re about to get some good content.

“Nash, we can’t do this here.” I’m breathless, but I’m not so unaware that we can’t do this in public.

Nash ignores my concerns and presses his lips against my neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. I throw my head back, unable to control the breathless moan that slips past my parted lips.

“Stop pushing me away, Kin,” he says against my neck before lifting his eyes to meet mine. The two different colored irises glow in the darkness of the car.

I glance to the right at the car next to us. Unsurprisingly, the man in the front seat isn’t as discreet as he thinks is; it’s obvious he’s been watching us. The flick of his eyes from us to the screen is the dead giveaway. The two women in the car to the left are no different.

At this point, everyone in the drive-in may as well be watching us instead of the movie.

“I’m not pushing you away,” I reply softly, rocking my hips ever-so-slightly. The movement is enough to make Nash groan deeply into my neck as he holds me close to his chest. “But having public sex at a drive-in could get us both thrown into jail.”

Nash leans back to look at me, his eyes hauntingly dark. “You have my head so messed up the thought of that happening doesn’t sound that bad. At this point, I’m willing to burn this goddamn earth to the fucking ground if you so much as asked me, little devil.”

Again, I’m at a loss for words. No man has ever said anything like that to me with that much conviction in their voice. And I know he means it, too.

My skin is feverish and my vision blurry as I stare at the man before me, taking in every one of his features. Nash is so devastatingly handsome that sometimes I wonder if he’s real. But I know he is. His hard cock pressing against my core is enough of an indicator.

Before I can lose my nerve, I climb off Nash’s lap and settle into the passenger seat. He opens his mouth to protest but quickly snaps it shut when I reach over and run my fingertips along the waistband of his jeans. As my fingers work the zip down slowly, I feel his eyes burning holes in my skin, his breathing shallow.

“What are you doing?” he rasps, sending a shiver down my spine.

I don’t answer him. Instead, I shove open the fly on his jeans and trace my fingers along the waistband of his black briefs. His skin is what I imagine it would feel like to touch molten lava.

He’s trying to control his breathing, waiting to see what I’m going to do, but I know Nash. He wants to control the situation, except for once… I’m the one in control.

Nash’s breathing turns erratic when I pull down the front of his briefs enough to free his hard cock. It springs to life, the veins wrapped around the shaft thick and throbbing. Each head of the barbell stares back at me, reminding me how much I love the feel of them inside of me. The size of him still shocks me and I’m not sure if it’s something I’ll ever get used to.

I run my hand down the front of his shirt, teasing my fingers along the fabric until I reach the base of his cock. When our eyes meet—his wild and intense—I can’t help but smile sweetly. “Eyes forward, Beck.”

Nash rolls his tongue inside his cheek, regarding me long and hard for a moment. He wants to fight back, but can’t bring himself to do it. Or he just doesn’t want to. Pure curiosity, perhaps.

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