Page 5 of Relentless Surrender

Shocked, Sage opened her mouth in a gasp.

Conner attacked.

His other hand, which had been securing her waist, swept up Sage’s back to cradle her head, gripping her hair. Pulling down, her head fell back, giving him access to her vulnerable mouth. His full lips descended on her small pink ones, overwhelming her. His tongue swept in, taking possession of her mouth. Playfully swirling his tongue around her own, he tasted like mint with a hint of whiskey. Taking her lower lip between his teeth he gently bit before moving to lick down her neck, wanting to see if she tasted like sweet oranges. Pressing his lips to her skin, he murmured, “Kiss me back, Spitfire.”

“I…I can’t,” she whimpered. Christ! It was too much. Digging her nails into his strong chest muscles, Sage barely clung to her sanity. His hand guiding her head. His mouth on hers. His other hand gripping her breast. It was all too much. He didn’t just take control of her. He took complete possession of her every sense. Suddenly frightened of her response, Sage tried to push away, he only tightened his grip.

Conner could feel her body quake and stiffen. She was fighting him. Fighting her response to him. He wouldn’t let her. Releasing his hold on her breast and head, he moved both hands to her ass. Gripping her by the underside curve, he lifted her feet off the ground, crushing her hips to his own. Pushing his tongue into her mouth in a punishing rhythm, he made sure she felt every inch of the rigid length of his cock as it pressed between them. After several minutes that felt like an eternity, he set her back on her feet, but kept her plastered to his front.

Forcing the fingers of his right hand between her clenched thighs from behind while his left hand still squeezed her bottom cheek, he whispered harshly against her cheek, slightly out of breath, “Just because I can’t feel your wetness through these jeans doesn’t mean I don’t know it’s there, Spitfire.”

Sage felt her knees buckle as his fingers pressed up against her swollen clit, using the harsh fabric of the denim to his advantage. She closed her eyes, trying to get her equilibrium back. When she came back to her senses, she was standing in the middle of the parking lot with Conner, lightly stroking her upper arms. She took a step back, relieved when he let her go.

Conner watched her intently as if he expected her to flee at any moment. Smart man.

He took a step forward. Sage took another step back. He took another step but this time with a warning look. Sage hated herself for heeding it. When he was once again directly in front of her, he took her by the chin and forced her to meet his gaze.

“Give me your number,” he demanded.

“Why?”

“Do you really need to ask?”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” she stalled. The truth was he scared her. Sage had never responded to a man like that before…had never relinquished control. Taking this further would be a bad idea.

“Conner, I…”

“Sage,” sighed Conner, impatiently. “I didn’t ask. Give me your number.” He knew why she was hesitating and it was bullshit. Attraction like this didn’t happen between people often. She was running from it because it scared her. Marines didn’t run away and they didn’t get fucking scared.

Keeping her gaze lowered, she muttered, “202-639-8700.”

“Good girl,” he said with a quick kiss on her lips. “Go see to your friend.”

Sage practically ran to Melissa who was already waiting in the car.

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“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” yelled Melissa as she laughed and beat on the steering wheel.

“Will you please stop?” groaned Sage.

“Do you have any idea what you two looked like? Oh my god! I came just looking at you! Girl, I am so jealous!”

“Well, don’t be,” said Sage. “I have no intention of ever seeing him again.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Nope,” Sage said with more determination than she felt. “It would never work. He’s too controlling. Too arrogant.” Too primal. Too sexy. Too dominant. Too scary, she thought.

“But you gave him your phone number,” argued Melissa. “What are you going to do when he calls?”

“That won’t be a problem,” said Sage.

“Don’t act like you weren’t all into him Miss “your underwear matches your eyes”,” laughed Melissa.

“Oh God,” moaned Sage. “That’s just another reason why I will never set eyes on him again! Besides, can we please talk about you?”

“Do we have too?” pouted Melissa.

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