“Don’t be gentle,” he repeated, harder.
Her eyes still on him, she moved the hand on his neck so her fingers encircled the front. She squeezed just as her lips closed around his thumb, and she bit him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the sting arcing through him like a sizzling bolt of electricity. “Baby.” Her gaze darted to the side, toward the front of thecar and his driver. “The divide is soundproof,” he assured her, pulling his thumb free and rubbing the dampness over her bottom lip. Before repaying her with a nip of his own.
Another moan clawed free of him. Damn, he’d been aching—literallyaching—to get his mouth on her. To taste her. Reaching for the console in front of the seat, he lifted the hood and hit a button, and another panel, thisone smoke-tinted, slid across, concealing them.
“Are you good?” he asked. His dick throbbed, and he gritted his teeth.
He could wait until they reached their destination, but fuck if heorhis dick wanted to. He needed to be inside her. From the moment he’d sat down across from her in that restaurant, he’d craved this. No, damn that. Longer. From the second he’d opened his private investigator’sfile and laid eyes on her picture. Even as he’d spun his plans of revenge, he’d envisioned those hazel eyes gleaming with the arousal he’d stirred. Pictured her sweet body bowing and twisting for him. Wondered if she would take him slow and easy, or hard and wild. God, he’d almost driven himself insane wondering that.
She nodded, but he shook his head. “Tell me, moonbeam. You good?”
“Yes,”she breathed, giving his neck one last squeeze. She removed her hand, replacing it with her mouth, trailing a path up his throat, over his chin until she hovered over his lips. “I’ve set the rules,” she reminded him, kneeling on the seat so she rose over him. “Now follow them like you promised.”
She crushed her mouth to his.
The kiss wasn’t patient, wasn’t tentative. Her tongue thrustforward, parried with his, tangling and dueling. She took him as if she knew exactly what he liked, what he needed. It was...familiar. Something—a thought, a warning, maybe—tickled the back of his skull, but as she sucked on his tongue, drawing on him as if he were everything she needed to survive, that inkling winked out. Nothing mattered but the intoxicating, addictive taste of her. And in thatinstant, the question that had plagued him since he first gazed on her picture was answered: Shay would be hard and wild in bed. Or in the back of a Town Car.
“I want to...” She didn’t finish her request, but reached behind him, removing the band holding back his hair.
The strands loosened, and her heavy sigh differed from the ones she’d been emitting during their kiss. This one? It matchedthe delight that softened her beautiful features as she drew his hair forward and up to her face. Tangling her fingers in the strands, she tugged on them, and the prickle across his scalp tripped down his spine, crackled at the base. He clutched her hips, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh.
“Beautiful,” she whispered.
Only one other woman had ever called him that, and with thatsame note of awe coating the compliment. It’d shaken him then, and it did now. Once more that niggling sense of...something...teased him. But he shoved it away. Now, with his hands on Shay, with her storm-whipped rain and fresh roses scent embracing him, there wasn’t room for thoughts of another woman. Especially one that was a ghost. Shay was sensual, golden-bronze flesh-and-bone. She was hot, poundingblood coursing through him. She was his insanity, his hunger brought to vivid life.
She washere.
For him.
With a growl, he skated his palms up the sides of her torso, and the zipper of her dress abraded his skin. Desperate to discover if his imagination matched reality, he impatiently tugged it down and wasted no time in pushing the material over her shoulders and down her arms. Sheobliged him, freeing his hair and joining him in getting rid of the clothing.
“No.” The word escaped him before he could trap it.
“No?” she repeated, and he caught the hint of insecurity that crept into her voice. She started to lift her arms toward her torso, but he latched on to her wrists, lowering her arms back down before she could cross them.
“My imagination doesn’t match reality.Doesn’t even fucking compete.” He cupped a breast and hissed at the delicious weight of her flesh filling his palm. Warm, soft, perfect. Reverently, he whisked his thumb over the nipple, watching in fascination as it beaded. No, she wasn’t the first woman he’d touched like this, but none had beenher. He tore his gaze from his hand on her to meet her eyes. “Nothing or no one could fucking compete.”
Her lips parted, but no words emerged. Good. He was saying enough for both of them, and he needed to stop that before he took them somewhere they had no place being. Bending his head, he sucked a tip deep, flicking his tongue against her flesh before drawing hard. Shay shuddered, her hands cradling his head, holding him to her with a strength that telegraphed her passion. That and the nailspricking his scalp.
Switching breasts, he treated the other to the same devotion. She writhed against him, as if seeking to get closer. Cooperating, he fisted the hem of her dress and shoved it up her thighs. With a whimper, she straddled him, dropping down and pressing them sex to sex.
He growled around her flesh, suckling harder. And she rewarded his attention with a dirty grind of herhips that had him throwing his head back against the seat, eyes squeezed closed. Her panties and his pants and underwear separated them, but none of those inconsequential details mattered. Not when her hot, wet heat rode him. Not when each drag of her flesh over his cock shredded his control.
“Give me your mouth again,” he ordered, in a voice so guttural he barely understood himself.
But she must’ve translated it, because she gave him what he asked for, her hips still working over him. She didn’t stop, and the thrust of her tongue and pull of her lips mimicked each stroke below. Even as she yanked his jacket open and attacked his shirt, damn near ripping buttons loose to get her hands on his bare chest, she didn’t lose him.
They groaned into each other when she touchedhim. Those slender, clever hands swept down his chest, lingering over his tattoos, tracing the ink with almost worshipful strokes.
“How is it possible that you just get more beautiful?” she whispered. He parted his lips to tell her she was the stunning one, not him, but she ripped away his ability to talk by brushing her fingertips over his nipples, rubbing them. His hips bucked into her.Live wires connected from her touch to the tip of his dick. He swelled, throbbing,hurting.
“I need to be inside you,” he rasped against her mouth. He abandoned her breasts and burrowed his fingers in her hair, gripping it, holding her still so he could stare into those slumberous eyes. “Are you going to let me?”
“Yes,” she breathed, trailing a route of fire over his clenched abs to theband of his pants.
“Are you going to take me like this?” he pressed, thrusting upward so she fully understood what he meant. “Take me like you own me?”
