by Dee Tenorio
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” She sprang away from her bike, striding toward him like a hurricane. Both her hands landed on his chest and she shoved hard enough to almost move him. “Still trying to get yourself killed?”
“Me? I’m not the one driving like a maniac.”
“You were all over the fucking road!” She seemed to realize she wasn’t going to move him, but she didn’t give up shoving at his chest.
He closed his hands around her wrists. “You want to stop doing that.”
Those flashing eyes narrowed. “No, Evigan. I really don’t.” Another shove, this time with her body. “You make me so…fucking…angry!”
“Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.”
“No, it’s not, you unfeeling bastard.” Of all the things she could have said, that one hit bone. Because she knew, knew exactly how much he felt. How the waves of every emotion and sensation slammed over his head, drowning his thoughts. His control.
Nothing battered him more than the feelings he should never have developed for her.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he finally demanded. “I’d have followed anyone who was speeding like you were. You scared the shit out of me.”
She blinked, as if reason had just occurred to her, but in a flash, she was back to pushing at him. “Bullshit. You didn’t want anything to do with me, remember? Now I’m supposed to suddenly believe you care?”
“I’m not the one who ran for it, Trina. That was you.” She used him. Pure and simple. Attributing her with emotions she never claimed had been his mistake.
“I came back.”
“I was smarter by then.”
Her struggles to get her hands free started all over again, only angrier. Solid shin blows landing hard enough to make him grunt, but he didn’t let her go. He turned them toward the front of the car. There was a satisfying metallic thud when the backs of her thighs bumped into the front fender of his cruiser.
He crowded her further, slamming his hands on either side of her and forcing her to lean back as he towered over her. “You’re going to calm the fuck down so we can talk about this like adults.”
“Talk about what?” she demanded snidely. “Last I checked, you didn’t want to talk to me.”
The hurt in her voice tore at him like acid. “I didn’t want to be your pity fuck, and I sure as shit didn’t want to arrest you after you’d been in my bed. That doesn’t mean I wanted you to run out and get yourself killed riding like an idiot.”
“That’s not it and you know it. You just didn’t want to bend your goddamned principles enough to keep sleeping with a woman you think is beneath you. Well, you know what, Officer Holier-Than-Thou? Fuck you. Fuck you and the high horse you rode in on.”
The urge to shake her strung every muscle tight. “My principles are all I’ve got left. And they’re the only things keeping me from showing you exactly what I do when I find a woman like you beneath me.”
“Oh really? Prove it.” Before he realized what she meant, she leaned enough to unbalance him, letting her back take her weight and lifting her legs to wrap tight around his hips.
God, the smell of her, so close and so feminine, the feel of her supple body pressed up against him again, her pussy all but clasping the searing edge of his cock. The fact that she was in those fucking tight jeans and he was still wearing his gun belt—the damn thing shoved up by her clasping thighs—meant absolutely nothing. All it would take was a millisecond’s slip and he’d be devouring her. Again. Taking her mouth like it belonged to him and ripping at her clothes until he could drown himself in her every sensation anew.
He wouldn’t be gentle. Hell, he wouldn’t even be good. It had been too long and he was too damned hungry. No, he couldn’t let her get to him. Couldn’t let her have her way, because it was clear on her face what she was doing.
Pushing. Always pushing.
“See? You have me exactly where you say you want me and you still won’t take me.”
“This isn’t about what I want.” He didn’t care if his voice was little more than a growl. “This is about you using sex to keep secrets from me.” He nodded at the small gasp that escaped her, swearing when his hips were grinding against her and unable to stop the harsh, satisfying movements.
If she was going to make him hurt with need, she was damn well going to feel the same.
“Every time I get close to figuring out what it is you’re really after, you go straight for my balls. I may want you until I feel like I’m on fire, but I’m not goddamned stupid.”
His hands shook, even now clenching into fists on the hot metal of the car hood, trying desperately to grab some control when what he really wanted was to bury his fingers in her hair and take her mouth in every way possible. He closed his eyes, straining for patience, for a sense that wasn’t filled with her.
And just like that, without even realizing his mistake, he lost the fight.
Her mouth slammed into his, open, wet, and determined.
One taste of her, the flavor of her against his tongue again, and it was over.
They crashed down over the hood, mouths fused, struggling to get impossibly closer. She shoved at his coat, he yanked her up higher onto the car. When she hissed at the heated metal beneath her, he helped her get the jacket off so he could shove it beneath her.
They clung roughly, pulling at each other, tugging at clothes. Her fingers speared into his hair, demanding even as a feminine growl of pleasure emanated from her throat. Like a purr…
The sound of it snapped him from his attempts to unbutton her jeans, reality seeping into his desire-soaked brain. He lifted himself from her, trying to catch his breath. “I-I don’t have anything.”
She rose up after him, her mouth hot against the skin of his throat. God, was that her teeth? His erection hardened painfully.
“Oh, now that’s not true…”
“Condom,” he ground out, closing his eyes at the sensations drowning his underused touch receptors. Even through their clothes, her body pressed against his was nearly cause for overload.
She finally stopped twisting him around her fingers long enough to pant against his ear. “Bike pack. Left side.”
Dammit, she nibbled on his neck for sure that time.
He straightened and she squirmed out from beneath him to roll off the car. He turned with her, watching her run to her bike. She rifled into her pack, but he stopped paying attention. The ache in his cock remained as insistent as ever even as his muddy conscience grew louder by the second.
What the hell are you doing?
She’s lying to you.
Again.
But then she turned, the heat in her eyes as she stared at him searing through and through.
No longer angry, she moved like a prowling cat toward willing prey. “Damn. I took too long and your brain kicked back in.”
“It never completely shut off.”
She nodded thoughtfully, still coming closer. No hesitation at all, she sidled close, her hands immediately going to his gun belt. His hand landed on hers, though he made no effort to stop her from sliding the thick leather from the loop. The heavy belt slipped off, Trina carefully lowering it to the ground. God help him, she stayed there, her hands sliding up his thighs, only stopping on either side of the erection neither of them could ignore. “I could help you with this.”
Firm fingers slid over him, drawing his eyes shut with nearly forgotten bliss. “I want to help you with it.”
“You want to hide from something,” he argued, willing his hips to pull away from her maddening strokes.
“Yes, I do. But you’re the only one I want to hide with.” Steady hands undid the button on his pants, smoothly pulling the zipper over him.
He looked down at her through shuttered lids. This wasn’t a battle he could win, not fighting both of them. He wanted her too much and she had the stubborn stare of a woman who wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She curled her fingers over the elastic of his unde
rwear and he knew if he was going to stop her, it had to be now.
Instead he watched her drag the black fabric down until his cock sprang free. Then he watched her slide her lips over the head and take him inside. He shuddered, trying to draw in a breath, but air didn’t come in. Not when she wrapped her tongue around the underside of him and breathed him in instead. Wet heat enveloped him, throbbing around him as her cheeks hollowed to suck as much as she could take. It was almost more than he could bear.
Until she pulled back, releasing him.
She smiled, so much sin on those wet lips, her cheeks pink while her eyes glowed. Then she did it all over again.
His elbows hit the hood of the car, his head falling back because she fisted her hand at the base and pumped against her own stroking mouth. Her hand disappeared, but before he could complain, she pushed him deeper, until he slid into the tight sheath of her throat.
Pleasure sharp as pain shot through him, made him grit his teeth to grapple for control. He almost found it, almost, until she made that sound. That purr… Only instead of simply tantalizing, it rumbled all around him. Rippling up his length, intensifying when she began to pump him in and out.
His hips jerked and the world went white, the feel of her smile falling with him into oblivion.
…
Trina licked her lips. There was something so satisfying about seeing a man as powerful as Cade Evigan splayed back, utterly at her mercy. She was right about to take him in again, just to hear him moan, when his hand suddenly dove into her hair. She looked up, finding her gaze caught by his blazing stare, her head held so firmly she couldn’t have moved if she wanted to.
Suddenly, mercy didn’t seem like quite the right word.
“You about done playing down there?”
Her mouth went dry as he rolled himself back to standing. That beautiful cock went back into his underwear while he efficiently zipped up again. Zipped, but not buttoned.
“Get up.”
She followed the command without thought, her insides shivering with an anticipation she didn’t understand. Cade’s jaw was cut like granite, his expression almost merciless. Control radiated off him like an icy wind, but she was hotter than ever just looking at him. He stepped back, never taking his gaze off her face. Not giving her a single clue what he meant to do.
“Hands on the car.”
For just a second, she stared. It was all she could do.
He stared back, gaze like stone. “Now, Trina.”
“You want to role-play?” Not what usually worked for her—she liked hard and fast, thank you very much, but if that was what he needed, she could probably swing the damsel-under-arrest without much trouble.
“No,” he growled as she shrugged. “I want you to get your goddamn hands on the car so I don’t have to worry about them while I fuck you blind.”
“Oh. Well, when you put it like that.” She was still turning when he crashed into her from behind, pushing her down over the side of the car. Heat radiated off him, especially where his fingers tangled in her hair. His grip wasn’t gentle, but oh god, it felt good. Almost as good as his hand palming her ass before squeezing one cheek nearly tight enough to hurt.
“I should spank this ass until you tell me what you’re hiding.”
Her lids fluttered shut. Damn if she wasn’t wishing he’d do exactly that. She even lifted into his grip, unable to keep from offering it to him.
“I should, but I won’t. You pushed me too far.” Before she could complain about who was pushing whom, his body pinned her to the car and his hand came around her waist, plucking at the button on her jeans. Her zipper came down with a jerk and then his hand snaked in under her panties to the heart of her.
She almost came right then.
As it was, she jolted up on her toes, pressing back against him. Thick fingers slid through her glazed folds, finding her swollen clit and stroking without mercy. Riptides of electricity shot through her, throwing her headlong toward an orgasm she knew would hurt so good.
“God you’re wet, Trina.” He kissed the exposed back of her neck, his stroke slowing below.
She whimpered, unable to believe the sound came from her own throat.
“For me?”
Only him… She’d never been so ready in her life and her pants weren’t even off yet. But if she told him as much, he’d slow down even more. She couldn’t bear that. Not when those seeking fingers were stroking her aching entrance. If he’d just slip one inside, she could breathe again, but waiting for him was already killing her.
“Tell me, Trina.”
The command in that voice was inescapable. She fought it, but he simply pulled back and went back to work on her clit. She moaned, turning her face into the silky roughness of his jacket on the hood.
“Tell me and I’ll give you what you need.”
How could he sound so controlled now when seconds ago he was barely hanging on? Now she was the one who’d gone desperate.
“Yes, dammit. All for you. Only you—”
How he did it, she wasn’t sure, but her jeans were suddenly yanked down to her knees, her thong right along with them. and he was gone. But suddenly…there. Right there. His hot breath lined up with her pussy and her legs were effectively tied together so she couldn’t move away if she wanted to.
Not that she wanted to.
“Hold on to something.”
“Hold on to whaaa—” Her question disappeared the second his mouth met her pussy. Her hands found purchase on the fender, just barely, as she tried to deal with what he was doing to her. Ravaging. Devouring. She didn’t know what to call it. Only that she loved it. Wanted more. And when he spread her open with both hands so he could spear his tongue inside her, vibrating his thumb over her clit at the same time, all she could do was scream his name. And come. Over and over.
She barely heard the foil tearing behind her, she took so long to come down after begging him to stop. Begging. Her ego was still trying to wrap that around her brain when she felt the nudge of his latex-covered sex pressing into hers.
He glided into her tight channel. There was no pain, she was too wet for that. Only fulfillment as her muscles welcomed him and grasped him tight so he’d never leave again.
He curved his body around her, drawing her up on shaky arms so he could stroke her hip. Her belly. Snaking under her bra, his hand finally grasped her breast. A hardened nipple stabbed at his palm, but he simply held it. Caressed it. Owned it.
She shuddered against him at the clear demand. He stayed still within her, though she could feel the deep throb of his heartbeat pulsing. Did he feel hers? Did he know how he was making it race, even as he gentled her? It took her a few seconds to realize that was what he was up to. Giving her time to adjust to the size and feel of him again. Savoring their joining.
She bit back a sob, glad he couldn’t see the tears stinging her eyes. Dammit, why did he keep doing this? Keep making even the slightest movement into an emotional stroke. She was hurt, angry. So was he. He couldn’t turn the tables like this. She didn’t want him making love to her.
She brought her hand up to pull at his wrist, ready to twist this back into a simple lustful experience, but she just couldn’t do it. She couldn’t end this moment.
Cade’s lips caressed the side of her neck. She nuzzled back, gasping when he stirred his hips against her.
“Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head, reveling in the feel of him all around her.
“I’m not… I can’t be gentle. I want you too much.”
She shook her head again. “I want it too, Cade. I want you.”
And everything that came with him. But she could have only this. Only another moment she was stealing. “I can take anything you give me.”
His response was almost a snarl, and a short thrust of warning.
Pulling her head from his hold, she looked over her shoulder at him. His cheeks were flushed, those intense dark eyes smoldering. The set of his jaw spoke of more
than determination. Only the sharpest honed control could keep him in place like that.
If she wasn’t able to hold onto her control, he absolutely wasn’t allowed.
Lowering her head and lifting her ass against him, she tightened her hold on his cock. His eyes narrowed. It wasn’t until she began to pull away that she knew she had him.
Heavy hands landed on her hips, dragging her back into him. His eyes closed and hers nearly crossed at the feel of him gently scraping against her tight fit. She pulled again, and he let her, but he dragged her right back. Harder. Faster. Liking the game, she prepared herself for another attempt but found she couldn’t go anywhere. He’d shoved them both against the car’s abused fender and pushed himself so deep inside her she could only shudder.
Another thrust, this one lifting her to her toes. He crashed into her, giving her no time between one wave of pleasure and the next. The wind on her face disappeared. The sun on her skin, the unforgiving jut of the fender. None of it existed. He powered into her, holding her in place for his possession. All she felt was him. Taking her over.
Her cries melded with the sounds he made as he pounded into her.
There was no way to brace herself. All she could do was hold on and let him take her where he wanted. So she melted, slipping willingly into him. And when the orgasm finally took her breath away, ripping out regret or remorse, she rode the waves of it until his body fell over hers, exhausted.
They probably looked ridiculous, half naked and still joined, bent over the side of a sheriff’s cruiser for fuck’s sake. The mental picture would have made her chuckle if she could breathe. She turned her head to see if Cade was still alive after all that—she almost wasn’t—but her laughter died the moment she saw his expression.
He hooked a finger under the strands of hair tangled in front of her face, sliding them away. His gaze caressed her, tracing each curve and line as if she were some kind of ethereal angel. Gentle again. Meaningful.
Oh god…
“Don’t leave this time.” Simple and direct. Leaving her no room to do anything but break his heart.
Fuck.
