Page 52 of Heartbreak Kings
Daniel turned and stalked back inside. Several seconds later, a campus security cruiser rolled to a stop next to the burning slingshot. The guy who got out was yelling into his walkie-talkie as he ran around to grab a fire extinguisher from his trunk.
I started shaking, only then realizing just how scared I had been. When I heard a knock at the door, I got up and raced for it.
Daniel stood on the other side, broad chest heaving, snowflakes still caught in his spiky hair. He stepped inside, and I threw myself into his arms as soon as he shut the door behind himself. “I can’t believe you did that. Are you all right?” I gasped into his neck.
He pulled me closer against him, his heart beating fast. “Yes, I’m fine. Just cold. I saw what they were trying to do to your dorm room and just lost my temper.” One big, square hand circled the back of my neck. His fingers were icy, but I felt the caress down to my toes.
“Thank you,” I whispered against his skin and felt the jolt go through him.
“Hold that thought,” he murmured into my hair. “I imagine campus security will need to speak with us.”
They did. My heart was pounding so hard it made me dizzy. The interview raced past, and I didn’t even remember what the security officer looked like afterward. I forwarded a copy of the film to them—after cutting out the part where Daniel ran out to whip ass. I didn’t want them picking him up on assault charges.
Finally, they left us alone, and I stood shivering in the middle of my room, wondering if I should check in to a hotel. “They tried to set me on fire, and my whole dorm room with me,” I gasped as Daniel moved up behind me.
“They failed miserably,” he murmured in my ear, his hands settling on my shoulders.
“Maybe I should leave here.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “Maybe I should hide.”
He covered my arms with his and kissed the back of my neck. “No. You’re right. You can’t let them scare you into running. They’ll see it as a win. The police are searching for them now. Let them be the ones who face consequences.”
I turned around. “But…”
He laid a finger over my lips, then slid his arms around me again. “No. Stay here. Stay with me and don’t be afraid. I—we—won’t let them hurt you. Ever.”
I protested, the fear those flames had stoked still boiling in me—but then suddenly, Daniel’s mouth covered mine, muffling me. His firm, commanding kiss took my breath away and distracted me from my terror at once.
I gasped through my nose, shocked by the sheer power of my body’s response, and wrapped my arms around him. I slid my hands over his back, tracing the bunched, steely muscles, feeling them relax slowly under my touch. His rage was fading, but even before it had, it didn’t scare me. I still wasn’t used to men being angry on my behalf, rage aimed at protecting me. There was something sexy about that.
I moaned into his mouth, and he kissed me harder, almost bruising, pushing me back against the wall and sandwiching me firmly between it and his body. He burrowed his thigh in between mine and lifted, leaving me on my toes, straddling it as I braced against the wall. When he broke the kiss, his eyes were glazed with lust.
“Let me take your mind off everything,” he murmured against my mouth.
“You already have, with that kiss,” I gasped.
He chuckled. “I’m only getting started.” And his mouth covered mine again.
His impatient lust caught me up in it fast. We ended up tangled up together against the wall, hands burrowing into gaps in clothing, unbuttoning, unzipping, pulling shirts up hurriedly, covering freshly bared skin with kisses and marks from teeth. His skin tasted faintly of salt and smoke, and his muscles jerked when I ran my tongue over his belly.
It took almost nothing to ready me for him, but despite all the half-clothed clawing at each other, he took his time. Our frenzy broke up into individual moments that caught in my memory. Me pressed against the wall, breasts tingling under his fingers as he ran his tongue up my spine. Me rolling my head back and forth as he held me up, legs around his waist as he sucked my nipples until they almost hurt. His teeth grazing my hip. The trail of hickeys he left down my belly while I leaned on the wall, legs trembling.
He stopped to roll on the condom then held me up against the wall as he entered me, hands under my ass, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. I clung to him with arms and legs as he thrust in, his head falling back with a jerk and a shuddering groan coming from us both. His belly flexed as he ground his hips against me, shivering violently every time he pushed in, his breathing harsh in my ear.
He was like a machine, moving hard against me, the slap of our hips together driving my pleasure upward little by little as he struggled harder and harder not to come inside me. His powerful muscles were taut with pleasure, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks firmly, and every time our bellies smacked together, his soft grunts got a little more desperate.
We didn’t even have all our clothes properly off by the time he sank to his knees with me propped over them, holding me by the hips as he pushed up into me. I barely noticed my bra still hanging around my neck or my socks still on. Barely noticed my nails digging into his shoulders. I squirmed, teased up to the edge of orgasm, and he let go with one hand to press its heel into the top of my pussy as he bounced me up against it.
I squealed with delight, riding up over the edge in seconds, and dug my knees into the thin carpeting as I rocked against him in time to my spasms. He didn’t cry out as he came, instead hissing through his teeth and arching up into me in one long, powerful stroke. He shuddered, trembling, and then sank down, head fallen back and grip loosening as he let out a sigh of contentment.
I came down from my climax trembling and limp, my head propped on his shoulder as we caught our breath. I was too wobbly to stand, so after a minute, he slipped out of me and scooped me up, carrying me to the bed. I got my bra off, tossing it away, and then he was tucking me in at the outer edge and going off to rid himself of the condom.
I dozed. When I came back to myself, he was lying between me and the chilly window, shielding me from the slight draft. He was quiet, his back to me. His breathing was slow but not deep. He was awake and keeping watch, just in case. A sense of comfort filled me, and I drifted into sleep.
Chapter 21
Sabine
Daniel leftme to go to his early morning gym class before dawn had fully broken. I felt safe enough by then to let him go without protest. I knew campus security had picked up Carmody and his people before the night was over, and that meant Carmody would now be in the hands of the police. Attempted arson was a serious charge. So was attempted murder. If his mother really was out of town, there would be no one around to pay his bail.
