But I don’t move.
“Did you try to set me up in that truckyard?”
“Of course not, why would I?” I spit out. “How would I even know you’d be there?”
He shifts a little closer, and it’s maddening, his close proximity and his refusal to touch. It’s just cruel.
“You had me arrested.”
I let out a sharp sigh. “Yes, my father did. But that was a long time ago. And like I said, I didn’t know you’d be there at the truckyard.”
“True,” he mutters, finally grazing the prickled skin on my arm. My pussy throbs as he takes me by the chin, then reaches behind me to lock the gym door. “But you also like danger.”
“I don’t like danger.”
He kisses me, a deep kiss where his tongue playsmine like an instrument, sucking and coiling and taunting. I’m so lost, yet I have no desire to be found in that heated moment.
Declan traces his hands down over the length of my body like he’s learning every curve and line. He swallows my gasp when he slides a hand into my shorts and toys with my throbbing clit.
I kiss him harder as his fingers invade my slick lips. His voice buzzes against my mouth as those deviant fingers thrust in deep, making me tremble in his strong arms.
Then I hear his words.
“There’s a price on your head.”
He massages my clit as he delivers that message. But my body is already too far gone for my brain to react. And even though it’s shocking, wild, and scary, my pussy clenches and I come. Hard.
He pulls away, chuckling as he thrusts harder. Then his lips move to my throat, biting and licking my flesh. “See? Danger makes you come.”
I want to sayhemakes me come because it’s true. I want to say danger turns me on, but only when he’s touching me, protecting me, with me. I shudder, another orgasm crashing over me once again.
I push him away once the waves subside and my head is back in the game.
“No,” I rasp.
“Then what is it, Molly? Me? It’s me, isn’t it?”
He kisses me again and I kiss him back, hating he can pull so much from me, hating the softness and pressure from his mouth, the way his lips invite gentle, slow kisses that could melt a glacier and burn hotter than the sun. Soft, firm, hard, and demanding, I’d fall to my knees for all of them.
This man makes me lose my damn mind. He has always had that power over me.
And I hate that he makes me feel special in his eyes.
Especially when I’m not.
To him, I’m nothing at all. He’s said it plenty of times.
But I fall prey once again, each shared breath vanishing my common sense and replacing it with my insatiable need for him.
He lifts his head. “Well?”
“Yes,” I hiss, “it’s you, dammit, and it makes me hate you more.”
“Right back at you there, Molly girl.”
He lifts me like it’s nothing, carries me to the weight bench, and puts me down—slow, deliberate, like he’s placing me exactly where he wants me. Then he drops to his knees in front of me, pulls off my shorts and my soaked underwear, and spreads my thighs with a possessiveness that makes my breath hitch.
His tongue drags up the entire length of me, starting at my perineum and ending where he seals his mouth around my clit. The suck, the swirl, the obscene precision of his tongue…Christ. It’s dark magic, the kind that can unravel with one single stroke.
