Page 30 of Lethal Vengeance
He chuckles. “My past is buried deep. You must have one hell of a network,” he murmurs. His eyes drop to my lips, and he takes a step closer. “Before we kissed?”
Would he stay with me tonight? Or would he reject me again? I bite my lip, trying to decide if I should ask him.
Fuck it.
“Are you going to leave me to finish by myself tonight?” I taunt him. “If so, I need to get back and charge the batteries.”
Brown eyes narrow. “Maybe, but I want to watch,” he says with a husky laugh, but I see the fire flare in his eyes.
Frustrated, I lift a shoulder. “Maybe I’ll let you.” A laugh escapes. “Or maybe I’ll decide to invite someone else in to finish what you started… someone real.”
Without a whisper of noise, he pounces, sweeping me up in his arms and carrying me the last few feet to the car. “Don’t make me kill someone tonight.”
But before he can open the door, I point to the hood. “The sky’s lit up. There’s no one for miles around. I want you. Here. Now.”
He sets me down on the hood and steps between my legs. Lean hands reach up and cup my jaw. “Are you sure?”
Within five seconds, I’m naked from the waist up and tossing my clothes behind me. The night air lightly caresses my skin, adding a sensual note to my decision.
“Yes.” I reach for him.
He catches my hands and pulls them behind my back. “The thought of you letting someone else put out the fire I started has driven me crazy for days.” His mouth descends until it’s a whisper above mine. “Not tonight. You’re going to feel me on every inch of you when I’m done.”
The leash snaps, and his lips descend, landing on mine in a ruthlessly carnal kiss. The fire he lit days ago, barely tempered by the finish I gave myself, flares into a roar. My mouth meets his demands with my own, building the flames into an inferno.
I tug on my arms, needing to touch and feel him beneath my fingers, wanting his hardness in the palm of my hand.
“No,” he murmurs, tightening his grip.
Instead of returning to my mouth, his lips and tongue blaze a trail to my neck. Licking and sucking, searching out the most sensitive spots to tease them repeatedly.
I breathe out and surrender. My body arches into his every touch, wanting more, demanding he live up to his promise.
His mouth finishes torturing my neck and shoulders and finally moves down to my aching breasts. A warm, wet mouth latches on to my nipple, sucking and flicking, while his cool hand does the same to the other one. The dual sensation makes my breath catch.
Moaning softly, I plead for more.
Fingers walk themselves down my stomach to the snap in my jeans.
I inhale sharply.
He stops.
“No, no, no. Don’t stop,” I moan.
“I’m going to lay you back with your arms above your head. You’re not to move them. If you do, I’ll stop and make you wait until we get back,” he threatens softly. “Do you understand?”
Instead of replying, I lie back and pull my arms over my head. “Give me your shirt.”
A curious glint enters his eyes, and he pulls his t-shirt off and hands it to me.
The curves and valleys on his lean but muscular chest are sexier than hell in the moonlight. Shadows and light play upon the muscles that make me clench with need. With a groan, I grip his t-shirt, knowing I’ll need something in my hands, or I’ll forget and move them.
With me lying across the hood, his fingers start back at the top of my shoulders and travel a leisurely path down to my waist. “You look beautiful lying there in the moonlight, the curves of your body on display for me and only me. Everything I’ve touched and tasted has only left me craving more.”
He unsnaps my jeans and pulls them off me. “So beautiful.” Fingers trail softly around the edges of my underwear. When they get to the back, he turns my body to the side and runs his hand over my cheeks.
I arch up and back, picturing myself on all fours, and a moan escapes.
