The cold air hits my burning cheeks but it doesn’t cool the flames rippling under my skin and settling right in my core.
He turns to me and slides his hand up my back, tangling in my curls and jerking my head back.
Gasping, I wonder where the joker who usually teases me is hiding. This man is full-on hot as hell.
He leans down and takes my mouth, claiming each breath for his own. His tongue glides along the curve of my lips and then when my lips open, it surges forward and he licks my teeth, my tongue. Every inch of my mouth.
Dragging his lips away, he groans and leans his forehead on mine. “You’re so damn beautiful, Sugar. I’ve been hard as hell since I met you.”
Awed, I move closer, feeling his fingers tug at my hair gently. “You don’t have to take me home, Sugar. I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for.”
“I’m ready. I want this.”
With a single, short nod he pushes me to his truck. “We’ll get your car later. I need you with me.”
He’s so strong and the growl in his voice is making me all kinds of hot.
He practically throws me up in the truck and then locks me in with the seatbelt, shutting the door. I watch his big body dart around the front of the truck, stunned that this guy wants me.
I know what I look like. I’m not ugly. I’m just not sexy enough for a man like Stone Jacobson.
But if he wants me, I’m sure as hell gonna take him up on it. It will be a wonderful story to keep me warm when he’s tired of me and moves on. Just like I will.
His hand catches mine as he backs out and we hit the road. His eyes don’t leave the road but his fingers run along the curve of my hip and I close my eyes, heat sizzling everywhere he touches. Like a match to paper, he does things to my control that shouldn’t be allowed.
But I fucking love it.
He makes me feel alive.
It feels like forever until we make it home but it’s probably only minutes.
Then he pushes the door open and opens mine, pulling me out and tossing me over his shoulder.
Squeaking, I struggle to grab his shirt and hold myself steady.
“What the hell…Stone! Put me down. You’re gonna hurt your back.”
“You weigh as much as a feather, sweetheart. I’ve moved bales of hay heavier than you.”
Huffing, I hold my keys out and let him open the door.
Stumbling inside, he turns and slams me into the wall, his mouth finding mine again as his hands run up and down my sides. My breath goes short, my vision pure white as desire slams into me like a runaway freight train. My heart races and I groan like a wild animal when his hands find my breasts and his thumbs tweak them sending a shot of electricity up my spine and around to my belly.
Gasping, I lift my head and pull away from him. “Are you sure about this?”
He growls and his lips run up and down my throat, his teeth raking the soft skin and my whole body freezes.
“I want you so damn bad that I think I could fucking blow my load right here, right now. Even though both of us still have all our clothes on, I don’t fucking care. You’re killing me.”
“So fuck me. Right here. Right now.” Gasping, I groan when his warm hands come up and slip under my shirt. His callouses strum along my skin and drive me wild. My whole body shudders and I close my eyes.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“I’m gonna fuck you in a bed where you deserve to be,” he snarls and then he turns, stumbling down the hall. He slams into a wall and both of us groan. But he kisses me again and I sigh, sinking into the kiss, drinking in his taste, the soft growl that fills my mouth.
Then he rips himself free and staggers to the bed, tossing me down lightly. He crawls up my body with panther-grace and the look in his eyes stills me.
Predator. Hunter. Danger.
