“Fuck you, Pagan,” she cried. “You can’t just force me to do whatever you want.”
“Settle,” I repeated the order, turning my head slightly so she could hear me over the engine.
“Screw you!” she spat, finding a grip for her boots and rising up behind me. “If you don’t stop this bike, I’ll jump off.”
I grabbed her jacket and dragged her back down until her ass rested on the bike. “Sit and stay,” I barked, directing my handlebars toward the shadowed mouth of an alleyway.
Jesus, she could’ve fucking killed herself. My heart thudded out of control at the thought of her getting hurt. I rode down the alley and skidded to a stop a few meters inside. The bike’s headlamp lit the brickwork in harsh white light. My hands trembled as I killed the engine, and the resulting silence was filled with the sound of our harsh breathing.
My mind filled with images of what could have happened if she’d made good on that stupid threat, and I sucked icy air in through my nose, my shoulders slumping as it cooled my heated lungs. The thoughts remained of her beautiful, soft body crashing against the hard sidewalk, of her bones shattering,and her pretty skin ripping off in shreds as she skidded over concrete.
I hauled my ass off the bike and spun to face Aislynn before grabbing her arm and pulling her clean off.
She stumbled, her heels skittering on the icy ground. I grabbed her waist to steady her before she hit the sidewalk, then I spun her so hard that her body slammed against the brick wall, one arm landing above her head.
She let out a hiss as the air left her and the cold seeped into her bones, and she glared at me, her cheeks staining crimson with rage and mortification.
“You could’ve fuckin’ killed yourself,” I barked. “You don’t screw around on the back of a movin’ bike, especially when you’re not experienced.”
“What do you expect?” she spat. “You think I’m just gonna let you push me around?” Her fingers jerked and clenched into a fist as if she wanted to punch my mouth.
I cocked an eyebrow and immediately crowded her, bracing both hands against the wall at her shoulders. “You mad, babe? You wanna take a swing? Do it. See what happens.”
She bared her teeth in a snarl. “I wouldn’t want to break a nail. Why waste a good manicure on your sorry ass?”
I grinned at her flashing dark blue eyes, and my cock twitched so hard that I almost groaned out loud.
Fuck, she was glorious when she was angry.
“You’re an animal,” she hissed, her voice strangled and shaky. “You could’ve killed me back there.”
“You’re the one who tried to jump off a movin’ bike,” I argued. “All you had to do was hold on.”
“I wouldn’t want to touch you if you were the last man on Earth,” she protested. Her breathing was labored, her chest rising and falling with every gasp of air. My eyes roved over herflushed cheeks, and I knew it wasn’t only fear that gave them their wash of color.
I leaned closer until my lips were centimeters from hers. “Liar.”
A tiny whimper escaped her throat.
“I bet you’re wet for me,” I grated out. “Is your sweet little pussy achin’ for me to touch it? If I put my hand down your pants right now, would your pretty little cunt be slick and needy for me?” I nuzzled her nose with mine, our heavy breaths mingling.
“You’re burning hot,” Aislynn whispered.
I licked my lips, my eyes boring into hers. “You’re hot too.”
Her eyes flared slightly. “No, I mean, you radiate heat. I’m always warm when I’m with you.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I teased her with the barest scrape of my lips across hers. The tip of my nose traced her cheek, and she shivered, every muscle in her body drawn tight.
“No,” she admitted, her voice so low it vibrated all the way down to my bones. “It’s just intense, suffocating.”
Aislynn said one thing, but her body told me a different story. Her pupils were blown, and her lips were red and swollen where the blood had rushed into them. She wasn’t even aware that her fingers had crawled up my stomach and gripped my shirt to keep me anchored to her.
“You don’t need air,baby,” I murmured. “I’m all you need to breathe.” My gaze rested on her parted lips while my hands went to her fly and popped the buttons of her pants open, then I slid them down over her ass.
“What are you doing?—?”
My lips crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss, and she whimpered as my tongue claimed hers, stealing whatever semblance of breath she had left. Then she cried out in mymouth as my hands yanked her pants down her thighs in one swift jerk. I growled as her throat squeaked a sound of protest.
