Page 156 of Taming Seraphine

“Are you?”

He snorts, reaches into the back seat, and tosses a sweater into my lap. “Getting shot at is part of the job. I’m more worried about you.”

“It was exciting.” I pull the garment over my head and fold back its arms.

Leroi turns to me, his brow raised. “Getting chased through the woods and brutally fucked or escaping an asshole with a gun?”

“All of it,” I reply with a shrug. “I was with you, so I knew I’d be safe.”

Smirking, he shakes his head and focuses back on the road. “You are something else.”

I relax in my seat and watch him drive. The muscles on Leroi’s forearms flex as he grips the steering wheel with his large hands. I lick my lips, my gaze wandering back to his profile and to the arteries running down his neck.

My tongue runs along the back of my teeth, wanting to trace each of those large vessels to see if I can taste blood.I’d like to trace the veins on his thick shaft, too.

“When are you going to let me give you a blow job?” I ask.

He chokes, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “What?”

“You heard me.”

He peers out at me out of the corner of his eye. “Not a chance.”

“But I’m really good at it?” I snap my teeth.

He huffs a laugh. “Behave.”

I sink into my seat and pout. “You think I’m going to bite it off.”

“You may not be able to control yourself,” he says, the corner of Leroi’s mouth lifting into a smirk. “My cock is really tasty.”

“Now I want to try it even more.”

“You’re trouble, you know that?” he asks.

“I’m nice!”

He laughs. It’s a deep, rich sound that makes my heart flutter. When he glances across the front seat at me, I’m awestruck at the way his smile accentuates his masculine beauty. When he’s brooding, the harsh angles of his features are almost intimidating, but when he smiles, it’s like the sun coming out after a storm.

“Don’t ever change, Seraphine.”

My brow furrows. “What does that mean?”

He takes my hand and traces a circle over my skin with his thumb. The heat of his touch makes the butterflies in my stomach take flight.

“You’re wonderful just the way you are.”

“Even if I’m reckless?”

“It’s part of your charm,” he murmurs. “Something I didn’t appreciate until now.”

I shift in my seat. “Maybe remember that the next time you spank me because my ass is raw.”

Leroi’s chuckle is as addictive as Belgian chocolate. It makes me want to misbehave more often so I can hear it again. He pulls our joined hands up to his lips and presses a kiss against my knuckles.

“After we’ve found Gabriel, eliminated Samson, and killed the next two men on your list, I’m going to take you somewhere private and show you just how much I appreciate that smart mouth.”

He turns off the highway and to a motel that’s tucked away from the roadside. It’s a single-story building with a pristine white facade and window boxes filled with pink flowers.

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