She won’t say it, but she misses me too. I pull back and look between us. The glisten of her slick arousal coating her soft pinklips sends another wave of need through me that pushes all good sense to the back of my mind.
Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red, but the fire in her eyes is still telling me she will fight our attraction to the very end.
Good. It makes it all the more fun.
Her body is doing all the talking for her, anyway. I have no right to demand a damn thing from her, but fuck it. Here I am breaking every rule I’ve ever held myself to. The first one being, brotherhood first. Love a distant second.
But the longer I live without her, the more I regret ever thinking I needed to put anyone or anything before her.
I’ve learned a lot about holding the heart of a woman in my care. I hurt her once, If I ever had a second chance to hold it again, I would treat it like the delicate fucking flower it is.
But tonight isn’t about second chances.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t play a little.
Locking our gazes, I reach between us and drag a finger through her slit.
“What I thought. Wet and ready for me just like you always were.” I know I’m not helping my case by taunting her, but I love the death glare mixed with the gasp of desire that I pull from her.
I clean my finger of her juices and instantly want to fall to my knees to ravish her until she finds it in her heart to forgive me of my sins.
I tighten my hold on her hands. “Mmm, Harlow, baby. I’ve missed the taste of you on my tongue.”
She bares her teeth. “Enjoy it, fucker. That’s all you are getting.”
I give a slight shrug. “I guess time will tell, huh?”
She lets out an angry huff. “Laura said you were sniffing around the Den tonight.”
I shrug again, which seems to make her twice as determined to end me.
I lean in and kiss the throbbing pulse point jumping just beneath the lobe of her ear. “It is my establishment as is the casino that sits on top of it,” I murmur against her still damp skin.
When I straighten and gaze down at her, surprise has her momentarily quiet.
“Let me go and I won’t kick your ass so bad the cops need to call the dentist to verify your the pulp I leave behind.”
I purse my lips and drag a deep breath through my teeth. “Spicy little hellcat.” I pause as if considering her threat. “Nah. I think I’ll take my chances.”
The fresh wave of murderous rage blazing across her face does amazing things to my cock.
And she notices, but plays it cool.
She manages to get her legs free from where I have her pinned against the wall and wraps them around my middle. She’s the daughter of a former MMA champ, the sister to a heavyweight boxing champ and she’s got FBI training. Anyone who goes toe to toe with her will have a fight on their hands.
And yet here I am tempting my fate and wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.
She locks her ankles and starts to squeeze until…ohhh, yeah that hurts. To counter her move, I lock her against the hard wall, and wrap my fingers around her throat with the other. The feel of her pulse under my touch makes me even harder.
“You fucking monster,” she seethes and yet the heels of her feet drag me closer.
I tighten my hold on her and let the heat of my touch do what it’s always done to her…make her weak.
It works. For all of a second, I feel her muscles relax a fraction and her thick lashes flutter over flushed cheeks.
Yeah, that doesn’t last long.
It’s like watching a light turn off and then turn right back on. Something in her mind clicks and when she opens her eyes, it’s murder staring back at me.
