Page 3 of Kissed in the Dark

I can’t say that I’m thrilled about Chris’s bride and I’m even less thrilled about seeing Heather again.

Or maybe I should say that I’m terrified to see her again. It’s been so long though, maybe the damn want for her has gone away.

Even as I think the words, I see her and I know. The punch to my gut, the ache in my dick. It’s all there. All worse. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can do is long for the woman.

She strides towards me, her steps long and angry for such a tiny woman. Her dark auburn hair crackles with energy and there’s a mutinous tilt to her lips that makes me want to turn her over my knee and punish that pretty round ass of hers until it glows pink and red with my hand prints.

She stops in front of me and glares, her sapphire eyes frosty with barely-leashed anger. “Well, well. If it isn’t Jude McHenry. In the living flesh. I never thought I’d see you again,” she grates out.

My dick jerks and every thought in my head blanks out except wanting to yank the little terror in front of me into my arms and kiss that devilishly-pink mouth until she learns to behave.

I am so fucking wrecked for this woman.

HEATHER

He’s in my car. I can smell the deliciously piney goodness of him mixed with something kinda sweet and it’s got me aching to pull over and see if I can get him to slip his leash.

Why do I have to want this guy so damn bad? I can’t do anything about it. My brother’s best friend still has that hard gleam in his eyes that tells me that he doesn’t want to be anywhere near me. He definitely doesn’t want to touch me.

I tried to reach over and grab one of his smaller suitcases and he jerked back like I kneed him in the groin. His firm lips thinned out and he glared at me like I’d tried to grab his dick in public.

For crying out loud! I was trying to help him carry all his shit! Not molest the man.

“I’ve got them, Red. You worry about you.”

I glare at him. “I can walk and chew gum at the same time, Jude. I’m not that uncoordinated.”

“I never said you were. I’m just saying that I can handle this and I don’t need help.”

I jerk back and growl under my breath. “Fine. Take care of it yourself, asshole!”

Being alone in the car hasn’t helped anything. In fact, I’m not sure which I’d rather do…grab him by the ears and kiss the hell out of him or throat punch him. Some days it’s definitely a toss-up which it’s going to be.

Everything outside flashes by but I can’t focus on any of it. Instead, my nose tingles at the delicious, fresh scent of him. My eyes burn with the need to look over at him sitting in the seat next to me, his big, bulky body taking up so much space it’s a wonder that he’s not busting out the passenger-side door.

He’s still the most handsome, deadly-dangerous man I’ve ever seen. So dark and scary that it almost seems like the sunlight bleeds into him and he swallows it, leaving only shadows where the light used to be.

I know the kinds of things he did in the military. Know that he’s a scary damn guy that could and has killed men with his bare hands. Oddly enough, I’m apparently a little twisted because I find that hot. My thighs rub together unconsciously with the urge to fuck this guy. My pussy is so fucking wet it’s a wonder that I’m not soaking my car seat.

“Are you going to say thank you or even hello?” I snap at him, sick and tired of the silence.

“Thank you,” he grumbles so low that I almost don’t hear him.

“What a prince you are.” I blow out a breath and sink deeper into the seat, my hands tightening on the steering wheel. The air is thick with tension and the yummy smell of him is killing me. I can’t quite figure out what that sweet scent is but I like it. A lot. Too damn much.

“I told Chris that this was a bad idea. He said ignore you but I don’t know how he thought that was going to happen. We’ve got an hour before we get back to Vegas. It would be nice if you could be a little more grateful and a little less hateful.”

He grunts and I roll my eyes. Fucker!

Blowing out another sharp breath, I groan when I see the dark clouds coming over the hills. The last thing I need is bad weather to slow me down. I need people around me, to make a barrier and keep Jude away from me. Keep me from thinking about his tree-trunk thighs spread wide on my car seat. Wide enough that I could fit in between them, touch his belt and then slip it open slowly, my heart pounding and my mouth watering as I watch the fabric slip down and his bare skin…

“Shit!” I swerve and jump as Jude grabs the steering wheel.

“Watch what you’re doing, Red!” He snaps. “I’d like to make it there in one piece.” His hands tighten on the steering wheel and I can feel the heat of his hard body against mine. His arm brushes mine as his hands deftly control the wheel, slipping over my skin. My mouth goes dry and I fight to keep from closing my eyes and tipping my head back, groaning.

“You can let go of the wheel, Jude. I’m just a little tired.” Lying seems like the best course of action right now. I absolutely can’t tell my brother’s best friend that I was picturing pulling over and ripping his dick out of his pants to suck him dry.

I clear my throat and he sighs. “Yeah, sure.” Then his big, broad, rough hand slips off of the wheel and I hate it. I miss the feel of his rough, warm hand covering mine. Miss the slide of his skin over mine and the protected, feminine way it made me feel.

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