Page 15 of Fast Fury

You need a guy who will pick you up, pin you to the wall and kiss you until you can’t think, because he can’t get enough of you.

His earlier words echoed in her head, unleashing a tidal wave of arousal through her body. She should stop this. Say something. But her mind was utterly blank.

Her breasts tingled, the nipples beading tight, and a hot throb ignited between her legs. He was hot and hard all over, the unmistakable, thick ridge of his erection pressing against the center of her jeans, lighting her up in a single, dizzying rush of need and desire.

And then his mouth came down on hers and she couldn’t think at all. Could only feel as he gripped the back of her head and kissed her, a smooth, hungry blend of lips and tongue that turned her body to liquid.

Oh, God, the way he used his mouth…

She sank her fingers deeper into his shoulders, a velvet ripple of heat expanding in her belly as his muscles bunched and flexed beneath her hands. He smelled amazing, clean, masculine spice, and he stroked and caressed the inside of her mouth with such sensual skill that she could only whimper and give him what he wanted.

She was only vaguely aware of the elevator dinging and the doors swishing open somewhere off in the background. Kai broke the kiss but didn’t let her go, keeping her pinned to the wall with his body as he stared into her eyes. Breathing hard, Abby gazed back at him in shock, her body on fire, pulse thudding in her ears.

Holy. Shit.

“That’s how it should be,” he said in a low voice that sent a delicious shiver up her spine. “If a guy doesn’t kiss you like that, like he wants to crawl inside you and stay there forever, then he doesn’t deserve you.”

Unable to form a single coherent thought, much less a response, she could only stare into those dark, intense eyes while her insides quivered and her heart knocked against her ribs. No one had ever made her feel like that. Not ever.

Slowly, Kai eased the pressure of his hips and chest against her, let her slide down the front of his powerful body until her feet touched the ground. She continued to cling to his muscled shoulders a moment, struggling to find her balance, battle the haze of arousal he’d left her in.

Without a word, he turned away and bent to scoop her backpack and keys off the ground. Snagging her hand in his, he led her to her car. By the time he’d unlocked it and she’d slid behind the wheel, her brain was functioning again, only now it was in overdrive.

They’d just crossed so many lines. They couldn’t go back to the way it had been before. What did that mean for them?

Kai leaned down to peer at her through the open door, one thick forearm braced against the top of her car, his gaze intent. “You okay to drive?”

She was still dizzy as hell, grappling with this sudden, shocking shift between them. “Yes.”

He searched her eyes a moment, then a slight, sexy grin tugged at his mouth. The mouth that had just taught her everything she’d never known about kissing. Shown her the kind of passion she’d been missing out on her entire life.

How much more had she missed out on? She squeezed her thighs together to stem the ache between them, had to bite back a moan at the thought of what else Kai could teach her.

He leaned in, cupping the side of her face with one hand, and kissed her softly before easing away. “Drive carefully, shortcake,” he murmured.

She managed a nod, struggling to get her body back under control.

He straightened and shut her door, stepped back while she fired up the engine and reversed out of her spot.

Not short stuff anymore. Shortcake. The significance of the upgrade wasn’t lost on her.

Abby didn’t even remember the drive home. All she could think about was that kiss and what it had felt like to finally be wrapped up in Kai’s arms.

And oh, hell, whether it was crazy or not, she wanted more.

Chapter Five

The number on display was unfamiliar, with a California area code. Hani got into his vehicle before answering his cell phone, looking around to make sure he hadn’t attracted any unwanted attention. People around here recognized him, even if they didn’t know his name. All his best customers lived in Happy Valley. “Yeah.”

“This Hani?” an unfamiliar, Spanish-accented male voice asked.

“Who’s this?” he demanded, suspicious.

“Name’s Juan.”

He didn’t know anyone named Juan. “How did you get this number?”

“From Pedro. You heard about him, right?”

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