Page 84 of Zero Hour

When he turned around, those jade-flecked eyes were calling to him.

In a couple of strides, he’d crossed the room and sealed his lips over hers. This wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was fire.

Raw. Unforgiving.

Like she was driven by a deeper need, and then he got it. She wanted, no, needed, the distraction. Needed him to help her feel something other than the anxiety that was currently consuming her. She bit his lip, impatient, and that was all it took.

With a low growl, he lifted her off the ground and pressed her against the wall, his body a solid weight against hers. Herlegs locked around his waist, her fingers clawing into his hair, tugging, making him groan against her mouth.

His hands were everywhere—skimming up her sides, shoving under her blouse, palming her breasts through her bra. She arched, desperate for more, and he gave it to her, yanking the fabric aside and covering her nipple with his mouth.

She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

He knew she wanted him to dominated her body, make her feel something other than the terror. Stepping back, he dragged her with him, lowering them onto the makeshift bed. He ripped his shirt over his head, then undid her trousers, shoving them down. His underpants followed. In seconds, they were skin to skin, his hard body pressing her into the mattress.

"Is this what you want?" he rasped.

A groan. "Yes."

No hesitation. No second thoughts.

He positioned himself at her entrance, already wet for him. It drove him crazy with desire. Grabbing her hips, he thrust inside her in one hard stroke.

She gasped, clenching around him, her body arching at the sensation.

"Goddamn," he groaned, as he felt her heat.

She bucked against him, wanting more. Needing more.

He set a brutal pace, driving into her, his grip on her hips bruisingly tight. Gentle moans filled the office, her fingernails pressing into his back as her body met his every thrust. The sound of skin against skin, of desperate breaths and stifled groans, filled the air.

"Harder," she panted. “Don’t hold back.”

He growled, gripping her thighs and pushing them higher, hitting deeper, his control slipping.

Her release built fast and sharp, winding tighter, until she shattered, biting down on his shoulder to muffle her scream.

He wasn’t far behind. With a final thrust, he cursed, his body shuddering as he exploded inside her.

For a long moment, they just lay there, tangled, panting, hearts hammering.

Then reality crashed back.

Jasmine opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, suddenly worried he’d been too hard, pushed her too far.

“I’m fine,” she murmured, kissing him on the mouth. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Jees, he’d do it again in a heartbeat. She was addictive, both strong and vulnerable at the same time. Brave, yet desperately in need of his help. A heady combo.

But at least for a little while, he hoped she’d been able to forget.

CHAPTER 32

Pat slept for a few hours, then got up to check his phone. Still nothing on the kid.

Shit.

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