And he knows it. I close my eyes, chilling fear crawling up my spine.
He will be coming for her. And I can’t let anything happen to her or I will lose my goddamned mind.
My fingers tremble as I reach out to stop her. Her dark brows lift and her soft lips open to ask me what I want or need or whatever the hell she’s thinking.
But I lean down and my lips claim hers. She softens into me, all that softness that I shouldn’t touch, shouldn’t sully with my filthy, guilty hands.
But I grasp her hips tight and pull her closer, sinking into every gasp and moan she makes, my lips punishing hers brutally, twisting and turning and taking.
CHAPTER 8
Mercy
Like hell to heaven. My head swims at the feel of his soft lips, the touch of his hands as they dig into my hip bones and drag at me.
His lips drag at mine, devouring my moans. I lift my fingers up and drag his head down closer, needing him more than I need air. He breaks free and his lips wander lower.
“Reed,” I whisper, voice catching on a moan when he leans down and his mouth runs along the pulse in my throat, teeth raking it delicately, deliciously, recklessly.
I love it. Love it all.
His big hands slip down and he lifts me up until I wrap my legs around his waist, my head falling back as he sucks harder at my pulse. I can feel it pound in my ears.
“Reed, please.” He growls and stumbles over to a wall, pushing me into it while he lifts me higher. My feet are wrapped around his neck and he reaches for my shirt, tugging at it. Until he rips it right down the middle, buttons flying in every direction, pinging softly.
My eyes widen and I giggle. I don’t think I’ve ever giggled in my life.
“Hell,” he growls. “You’re killing me. I shouldn’t do this…”
I grab his face and pull it up, glaring into his weary, worried, dark chocolate gaze. “If you stop right now I swear to god I’ll go get my gun.”
A slow grin breaks on his tanned face, his teeth white and his smile wide and wicked. “Why does that turn me on?”
“Because there’s something wrong with you,” I growl and tug at his soft, dark hair. He grunts but he doesn’t argue.
This is crazy. I’m crazy. And he’s not telling me something. I can feel it. Something that’s got him fucking terrified.
“Reed. You need to fuck me. Now,” I groan, my head falling back and hitting the wall as his lips find my breast in the plain white cotton bra.
“I will,” he promises breathlessly. “Soon.”
Whining, I tug and pull at his head, at his chest, at anything my hands can reach.
But nothing makes him move faster. Give me what I need. He’s intent on killing me slowly with every wet nuzzle at my nipple, every scrape of his teeth.
My hips push back and forth, chasing anything to fill my empty pussy.
He growls and he pulls one of my bra’s cups down, his mouth pulling desperately at my diamond tip, laving it and then nipping it. He’s so damn focused.
A needy whine breaches my throat and I twist and turn, trying to get closer, needing his touch.
The smell of him is all around me, engulfing me. I can almost taste the pine and spice on my tongue. The clean scent of him from the shower after we got home.
“Reed,” I hiss, pulling at his head again. “I need you. Now.”
“I need to taste you,” he mutters under his breath, his dark eyes hot and challenging as he moves to his bedroom and opens the door. He stumbles as I dig my nails into his shoulders like a horny puma.
“You need to fuck me,” I growl.
