Page 51 of Craved

“And what’s that?” Her tone was almost bored, but her pupils were large and dark.

“This.” I nibbled my way along her firm little jaw until I reached the soft spot right before her ear. I caught the skin between my teeth, hard enough to make a mark.

She shivered; the kind of shiver that makes a man want to pounce, and dug her fingernails into my arm.

I gave the mark a slow lick and flicked her on the nose. “Let’s go.”

I tucked our luggage under one arm. With the other, I opened the door for her.

She shrugged into her leather jacket. “Not bad, Kral.” She patted my cheek as she passed me. “But can you make good on that promise?”

I stared after her, mouth ajar and so hard I hurt, as she walked, heart-shaped ass swinging, to the elevator.

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ZOE

Ihid a smile and pressed the elevator button. I liked teasing Rafe. The man was entirely too sure of himself, although maybe he had a right to that self-confidence. For a guy who was only twenty-five, he sure knew how to push all the right levers on a woman’s body.

That sharp little bite had had me creaming my panties, everything female in me crying out.Yes, please.

While Rafe checked out of the hotel, I picked up my suitcase and headed outside. The parking lot was empty. A warm drizzle fell from the dark sky, the kind of rain you can walk through for hours. I left my hood down and lifted my face to the misty drops.

Rafe caught me a few feet from the Honda. He looped an arm around my waist, pulling me against his hard body. The suitcase dropped at our feet, forgotten.

“Fair warning,” he growled. “This is the last time you’re walking away. Next time, I’m not stopping for anything. They can set off a fucking bomb, for all I care. But wewillfinish this.”

I turned in his arms. He smelled of leather and hot, aroused male. I pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “I can’t wait.”

His mouth opened, then shut. I’d surprised him again. This time he saw my smile.

He shoved his duffle bag into the bike’s luggage compartment and strapped my suitcase on the back. “Get on the damn bike.”

I did, setting my hands on his hips as he accelerated out of the parking lot. My core was liquid, my clit way too aroused to be riding a motorcycle pressed up against the man who’d starred in my every fantasy for the past two years.

We hit a bump. I stifled a moan and tightened my thighs around his hips.

Rafe’s tone was raw. “Hell, woman. You’re killing me here.”

I fingered the ridge tenting his jeans. “I can’t wait for ‘next time.’”

“You aresobad. But if you don’t want me to run off the road, you’d better keep your hands to yourself.” He moved my hand back to his hip.

“Yes, sir,” I said, all fake obedience.

“Very bad. I may just have to spank you.”

I chuckled, giddy with arousal and freedom.

Freedom from Victorine. Freedom from the Tremblay Ice Princess and everything that meant. Freedom to be with Rafe.

Just free.

I’d made it out of Montreal—on the back of a motorcycle, yet. And no one in the whole world knew where I was except Rafe.

I knew I didn’t have much time. By now, Victorine would have the entire Tremblay Syndicate looking for me. But they’d search Montreal first, then turn to New York and the Kral Syndicate. Victorine wouldn’t contact Paris for a while, if only because it would never occur to her that I hadn’t been kidnapped, I’d left under my own power.

Meanwhile, I was driving into the night with my own private Dark Angel. My birthday wish come to life.

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