Page 53 of Pulse

“You should be. You really should be.” Memories of Camila’s lifeless body lying in a pool of her blood assaulted him. She hadn’t been afraid either, and look where he’d gotten her. “These people want revenge, and they don’t care about who they have to destroy to get it.” It was as much an admission of the cartel having infiltrated the DEA as he could give her right then. Even that was too much.

“If we work together, we can figure this out.”

“They’re monsters, Talia. I will not have someone take you away before I’ve even had the chance to taste your pussy.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

HIS WORDS HIT her like a punch to the gut, expelling all the air from her lungs. Every inch of her skin erupted in flames as she imagined his mouth on her, bringing her pleasure.

She wanted that. She wanted it more than anything she could think of.

The entire situation was out of control. There they were, arguing about him deciding what she did and didn’t deserve to know regarding her safety, and all she could think about was what his tongue would feel like between her legs. She was pretty sure he’d confirmed in a roundabout way that a powerful drug cartel had an agent operating from within the DEA. It was information that was vital not only to her safety and his club’s but also to national security.

Would he be gentle and slowly drive her out of her mind? Or would he bring her to a brutal orgasm, aggressive in his goal to make her come?

Nothing else mattered but the answer to that question.

She tried to regulate her breathing, but her heart raced so fast that she had no choice but to pant to keep up with its oxygen demand.

Her hands went to the elastic of her sweatpants near her hips.

I’m about to do something foolish.

“And if I give you that chance?”

But it will feel so good.

He froze. “Excuse me?”

Talia slipped her thumbs inside her waistband and shimmied the fabric down a fraction of an inch. Just enough to make her point known. Cool air hit her hip points, making her shiver. “If I give you the chance to taste me, then what?”

Pulse growled, literally growled, and her pussy dampened.

Who was this needy woman, and what had she done with the shark of an attorney who never gave a shit about having a man? She had a lovely collection of vibrators that got the job done without ordering her around or making demands beyond battery replacement.

But right then, all she could think about was Pulse touching her.

He walked toward her with slow, sure steps. Her breath caught in her lungs. The gleam in his eye was nothing short of predatory. Another shiver raced across her skin, this time a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

She stepped back, then again. Not to escape him but to find relief from her internal swirl of emotion. Her back hit the small refrigerator, ripping a gasp from her lungs.

Pulse smirked. He grabbed her wrist and tugged her hand from her pants, flattening her palm against the refrigerator. Then, he treated the other arm the same.

He stared at her, his gaze smoldering with so much intensity that it was almost impossible to maintain eye contact. Had a man ever looked at her with such raw desire? It was like he couldn’t survive one more minute without having her. That look made her skin tingle and soaked her pussy. It left her heart exposed and defenseless—two things she’d fought hard against and the reason all her previous relationship attempts failed.

Pleasure was on its way, and she wanted it so badly, but this was more than physical release. Could she survive the emotional vulnerability riding shotgun to the pleasure?

He replaced her hands with his own, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants. Talia didn’t move her palms from where they pressed into the refrigerator.

“Yes?”

Her heart stuttered in her chest. It’d been hurt before, smashed to smithereens. The thick scars she’d developed prevented anyone from accessing it for years. Not family, friends, and certainly not men she hardly knew. The way it beat so hard felt as though it was preparing her to run, to flee before Pulse could damage it.

He stroked his thumbs over her hip points, and goosebumps erupted up her torso.

Her heart might be afraid, but her long-neglected body wanted this enough to defy caution. Then, her brain was stuck in the middle, and she was conflicted about which way to go.

“Tal?” Another of those sensual brushes of his thumbs had her trembling.

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