Page 35 of Queen Of WildCards

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

SPADE

IthinkI'min fucking love.

Dayone of her kidnapping, and she'd already taken the baitIlaid out for her, shoving me into a trunk and kidnappingme,moments before making a daring attempt at escape and nearly getting herself killed for the effort.Ihad my doubts about whether she could pull off the maneuver, butIwas ready to lean over and take the wheel ifIhad to.

Thisgirl was full of surprises, though.Shedidn't even blink, she just went for it.Andwhen she fell out of the car,Ididn't hear her lose her lunch, so that was more points in her favor.

I'dnever done that with anyone else behind the wheel.Itwas always me driving, making the daredevil move whenIknewIcould do it.Whattook me months of wrecked cars and quite a few secret payoffs of traffic cops to perfect, she'd managed at the drop of a hat, proving once again she was perfect for me.

First, she stabbed me, then she kidnapped me and stole my car.

Igot out of the car and stumbled a little, thanks to my lack of a working second arm, gripping the roof of theMercedesasIrounded the front of the metal beast.Thehood was hot to the touch, butIdidn't care.Ihad only one goal in mind.

Gettingto her.

Hereyes were huge, pupils dilated from the rush of adrenaline coursing through her hot blood.Whenshe turned those doe eyes on me, and she smiled that megawatt smile,Ifelt it go straight to my heart—and then, straight to my dick.

"Fuckinghell, sweetheart, you were amazing,"Ipanted, leaning my hip against the car asIused my good arm to crowd her in. "Marryme."

Mylips crashed against hers without preamble, without giving her a second to respond to my proposal, and it was like heaven itself exploded behind my eyes.Witha groan borne of pure, unadulterated lust,Iclaimed her for myself, uncaring that she didn't immediately respond to my affections.

Itdidn't take long, though.Beingin a near-death situation with someone tended to blur the lines of propriety.

Herhands moved up to tangle in my thick hair, pulling it free of the loose bunIkept it in, though the time in the trunk had done most of the work for her.Thoseclaws at the end of her slender fingers worked against my scalp, drawing a moan from the depths of my soul asIplundered her mouth, my one good hand braced against the car asIpressed up against her, letting her feel the thick arousal she caused in me.

"FuckingChrist, sweetheart,"Ipanted, our lips moving against each other between words as she responded to me, to the lust between us, her back arching even as she dragged my lips against hers again.Ifelt one of her legs throw itself over my hip, lining up her core against my stiff cock, rubbing against it like a fucking cat in heat, and it was all too much to bear.

Shedidn't speak words—not intelligible ones, at least—as her body rolled seductively against mine and she whined in frustration, aching for something more that she didn't want to admit to herself.Herhands moved from my hair to my neck, and she gripped my collar, holding me in place as her tongue slipped inside my willing mouth, tracing the line of my teeth, the arch of my tongue, mapping me out for her own pleasure.

Fuck, why was this so hot?Whycouldn'tIkeep my hands off her?Whydidn'tIwant to stop?

Ikept my lips fused to hers asIinched her toward the hood of the car.Whenher ass was right whereIwanted her,Ilifted that other leg of hers and grabbed her ass, hoisting her with ease onto the car.Shegave a yelp but no further protest, the sound muffled against my lips asIpositioned her just right and leaned forward, bending her back.

Shewent without so much as a peep, her arms wrapped around me still, dragging me to the pits of hell with her.

Myone good hand was in her hair in an instant, thumb brushing the side of her ear, tracing the strong column of her throat, drawing teasing circles as it went lower, untilIcupped the back of her neck in my palm, fingers spread wide to feel as much of her asIcould.Herencouraging moans asIbroke off the kiss and trailed kisses down her throat were all the permissionIneeded, nipping and licking my way to the dip in the junction where it met her shoulder.Shearched into my solid form asInipped the sensitive skin at her collarbone, and the needy whine that graced my ears had my cock jumping behind my jeans in eager appreciation.

Iwanted to be balls deep in her, and soon, soIdidn't waste time.Shewouldn't fight me.NotifIplayed this right.

"Youtaste like heaven and sweat, girl.Myfavorite blend."Iwhispered filthy things to her as my lips trailed the curve of her collar, the see-through top taunting me with the treasureIwas so close to but so far away from still. "Fuck,Iwant you."

Heranswering moan as she lifted those legs higher and wrapped them around my waist was fucking torture of the highest order.Imercilessly ground my hips against her center, now bared to me, hiding that honey hole behind nothing more than a pair of panties and some fishnets.

Icouldn't take it anymore.Itwas torture, but not, andIneeded to have both my hands on her beforeIfucked her senseless, riding this high we were both on together.Witha grunt of pain at the brief twinge in my shoulder,Ireached up and yanked off my sling, feeling the tug in the stitches but unable to give a damn.Ifthey ripped, they ripped;Ididn't care.

"You'remine, sweetheart,"Igrowled, mindless with want asIpitched forward and ran a hand up her thigh, following the curve of her hip, pleased whenIfound her fishnets were thigh-highs, attached to a very smooth garter belt that her skirt hid from view.Orhad, beforeIused my body to force it up those pretty legs of hers. "I'mgonna ruin you for any other man, you hear me?"

Shemumbled some sort of affirmative against the top of my head asIreached into my pocket for the bladeI'dslipped away whenIwasn't sure if she'd pull it off, flipping it open with an ominousclick.Witha steady hand,Ireached between us and slipped the knife up the front of her shirt, ripping it clean in two in my haste to get to her.Herprotests were weak and didn't last long as my lips moved to the lacy bra covering her perky tits, andIdrew the first peaked nipple into my mouth.

Hergroan nearly had me coming in my pants.

"Fuckme," she breathed, arching her spine, pressing that nipple into my waiting mouth, her hands splayed behind her to support her weight.

"Withpleasure,"Igroaned in response, letting my teeth do the work to pull the cup of her bra down and expose that hot pink flesh.Iflicked my tongue against her tight peak, pleased when she responded by rolling her eyes into the back of her head and moaning loudly.Idoubled my efforts before switching sides, teeth dragging across the sensitive skin for added measure.

Myinjured arm wouldn't support my weight, soIset it on other adventures instead, diving between our melded bodies to find the swatch of fabric that barred entrance to my favorite part of a woman.Anothertime,Imight have fallen to my knees and eaten her out like she was dessert on the dinner menu, but there was no time for that now.

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