Faster than I can take my next breath, his arms are under my knees, and I’m lifted off the ground and cradled to a broad chest.
He moves, and I have no idea where he’s taking me, but I do trust him with my life and my body, though I shouldn’t.
9
EVER
Stranger danger. Curiosity killed the cat. My brother’s warnings are like a sledgehammer pounding into my skull. Carlos’s killer or killers are still out there, and here I am, trusting and living out a fantasy with a stranger.
I drown out the noise from the road and fold my shoulders inward with my hands clasped in my lap and my head resting on his shoulder. My eyes are closed. On our way to our destination, his steps are even and unhurried. Then he stumbles. My hands come off my lap, and my arms wrap tightly around his neck. His chuckle hits me where it shouldn’t count—my heart. I swat his shoulder. “You did that on purpose.”
He grunts. I smack him again. Stopping, he grasps my chin and tips my face to the side. He’s strong, using one arm under my knees, to keep me against his chest.
No words pass between us, but I know what he’s asking for. Going by instinct, I press my mouth to the corner of his. His flesh is soft, and the scent of citrus and man wraps around me like soaking in a tub of scented bubbles. I moan, and he groans.
Tendrils of heat settle on my sex, and I am burning up with desire for this big, rugged stranger dressed in his fancy shirt and dress slacks, with angel wings, a skull, and flowers adorning his skin.
Needing another taste, another feel, I swipe the tip of my tongue along the seams of his mouth. Another groan slips from his core, and the sexy rumble sends this deep ache from my lower belly to my sex.
Urgent need grabs hold of me, and I climb his body, needing to be closer to what can give me release. Bobby kisses me back, answering my fervor with his. I clamp my legs around his waist and circle my arms around his neck. Large palms caress down my back and land on my ass. Heavy. Warm. At this moment, I detest the layers of clothing between us.
“I need you.”
Thank goodness he listens. The bad boy and my secret lover of my fantasy turns and cocoons me to the wall of a building. I rock my hips and glide my throbbing core over the bulge under his slacks. My panties are soaked. My heart is beating so hard I’m afraid it’ll explode out of my chest. I see stars as I dry-hump the fuck out of him.
Having me sandwiched between his body and the wall, he cups my nape with one hand and clamps the other over my throat. He puts pressure on the back of my neck and compresses my windpipe. I cling to him with my arms and legs and gasp for breath.
The pressure from his hands increases. I struggle to take a deep breath past his grip on my throat. He’s choking me, but I’m not afraid. I understand what he’s doing. He’s the bad boy, and he wants me on the cusp of blacking out to intensify the orgasm ready to explode through me. One minute, there’s darkness. Then I see them. Tiny stars in the darkness as I’m on the brink of passing out. They explode and become one bright ball of light.
He lets go of my throat. I suck in air. My insides are coiled tight. The throbbing between my legs grows tenfold. I need relief.
“Please.” I couldn’t care less that I’m begging. I’m not ashamed of asking for what I want. Two years is too long to go without physical contact.
Bobby understands. Oh, thank fuck, he understands. He cups my sex. Thick fingers stroke me through my jeans. I grind on his hand and the length and thickness of his erection while I hold on tight to him with my legs around his waist. He rubs me harder and faster. My hips grind at the same pace and rhythm.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come.” My sex is sensitive. Orgasms come easily. I come with a feral sound I’ve never heard from my mouth before.
Bobby captures the sound with his mouth in an urgent, deep kiss that winds down to a slow worshipping of the inner walls of my mouth, followed by teasing pecks on my lips and a gentle press of his mouth to my forehead. I nearly swoon at his feet for the last kiss.
Eyes still closed, I clasp his head in my palms and bring him to me until our noses touch. He brushes his mouth over mine and smiles. This guy . . . I smile back. His lips are soft, and I can’t get enough of them on mine or mine on his.
Before we say our “goodbyes,” I want more of his sweet kisses and the urgent, all-consuming ones, too.
10
EVER
Bobby doesn’t set me on my feet. He starts walking. My arms are around his neck, and my legs are wrapped around his waist. I can’t stop smiling.
The street noise fades into the distance, and his footfalls on the pavement are loud in the silence. Keeping my eyes closed since we left the back door of the club, I inhale. The scent of jasmine is gone. Soon, the noise from the club and the street is nothing but a memory.
Before I can ask where we’re going, a beeping noise cuts in, and I’m set down on my feet. Though it’s unladylike AF, I grunt my disappointment.
I want to stay in his arms for . . . I shake my head. Forever with him isn’t my reality. This is a fantasy. A fantasy. I breathe in and out. I can still live out this fantasy. We’re not done.
He moves his mouth over mine before he walks me backward until I’m against hard metal. A car door opens. Large hands grab my upper arms, and I’m spun around until I’m hunched over the seat and touching leather. The vehicle is too high to be a sedan. He either has an SUV or a truck.
“Is this a truck?” I’m guessing.
