Page 24 of Whirlwind

He released my hands, and cold shot up my arms. “Thank you for bringing me here, Violet.”

“You’re welcome. The next time you’re in town you should come back in the daylight and see it.”

His hand caressed the side of my face and a small sound escaped my lips at his gentle touch. “It’s pretty spectacular now in the dark with you.”

I leaned into his hand. “I’ve never been here in the dark before.”

His other arm slid around my waist. His warm fingers continued their magical strokes across my jaw, slid down my throat. My arms went around his taut middle, and we pressed against each other in that loud, vibrant darkness. My pulse charged ahead, like it had been zapped by lightning. It had.

Beck was that lightning. Beck was my fuse.

I lifted up and brushed his lips with mine. Soft, lush. Just as I remembered, but better. Both of us gasped, stilled, breathed. Suddenly, his lips took mine, and a groan rumbled in his chest. His hands swept up my neck and cradled my face. His tongue swiped at my bottom lip, his teeth nipped and I ached. Ached.

My head fell back under that assault and his lips found my throat.

I surrendered.

He bit my earlobe. “Are we going to fall off some kind of cliff here, Violet?” he whispered on a chuckle.

I laughed too, my fingers gripping his arms. “We just might.” My hands slid down to his ass, a low hum slipping from my throat as his hard cock hit me, nestling right between my legs. We were melded together in the cool, crisp air, our bodies humming. Warm and tight. Soft and hard, curves and plains. Pressure.

So much delicious pressure.

Give me that tongue.

That tongue was deliverance. His taste was revolution.

I kissed along the edge of his jaw, his rough scruff inciting a hot, wild tornado inside me. His fingers wrapped around my neck, dug into my hair, pulling me closer. I got his mouth back on mine, our tongues dancing, exploring. I groaned in pleasure, holding him tight against me, the swirling ache between my legs pulsing in every cell of my body. I’d never responded to anyone like this before. This immediate combustible explosive—

“Violet—” He dragged out my name in that rough breathy deep voice. A plea, a demand. A knife to my heart and the warm blood flowed. His forehead slid against mine, a hand on an ass cheek, rubbing hard, his hips grinding against mine. “Come home with me.” He took my mouth again, consuming me, not waiting for any reply. “Spend the night with me.”

I clasped the sides of his face and answered against his lips. “Yes.”

He kissed the grin from my mouth, and I matched his enthusiasm. His hand slid under my shirt, his calloused fingertips setting off a crazy heat on my skin. “Get us out of here.”

I led the way back up the path, and we quickly tracked over the rocky terrain. I spotted the bike’s chrome at the edge of the road, and we got on the Harley and tore into the night.

Finally, back in Meager, he pulled up into Lenore and Finger’s long driveway.

This was happening.

This was happening.

He hit the kickstand, and my hands slid up his chest over the firm curves of his splendiferous pecs, pecs I would soon be licking.

The pressure of my hands stopped him from dismounting, and his head jerked toward me. “You okay?”

“I don’t mean to be a mood killer, but do you have condoms? I’m on the pill, but—”

He let out a laugh as he pressed his gloved hands over mine on his chest. “I got condoms for days.”

10

Beck

I unlocked the front door,Violet right behind me, her breathing as quick, heavy, and ragged as mine. I took her hand and hustled her inside the house, slamming the door behind us, flipping the locks. I grabbed her and shoved her up against the door, and she let out a husky gasp that hit me right between the legs.

Here in the shadows of the front hall, our heat blazing between us, the electricity was overwhelming, shuddering through my insides. I’d never brought anyone to this house before. Never wanted to. Never thought it was a good idea.

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