Powerful people were looking the other way. Maybe they’d distanced themselves from the actuality of the horrors inflicted, but they were complicit.
Guilt had ridden me to a point with Briana that I hadn’t thought about anything clearly. If I had, I wouldn’t be in this position.
Why was it that the thoughts were now blurred by the need for a man I didn’t know, a stranger who wanted my trust?
Whatever the case, as soon as he yanked me into his arms again, I became someone else. If only for a little while.
Every bit of air was sucked out of my lungs as he did what I’d wanted him to do seconds before. He captured my mouth, holding our lips in place. There was no rush, no sense of urgency at first, just a telling statement of the passion already shared between us. Still, I was floored by the intensity of his hold, the way he brushed his thumb back and forth under my chin as he tightened his fingers around my neck.
The action was entirely too possessive, but I was drawn into him, my mind spinning with ungodly possibilities, unbridled desire rushing into my already overheated core. There was something about his hold on me, both mentally and physically, that was perversely satisfying, and I honestly had no clue as to why.
I found myself pressing my hand against his chest, digging my nails into his shirt, wishing I could slide my fingers under the thin material. But I feared the tips of my fingers would be permanently seared, scarred to the point touching anyone else would be impossible. Every move he made from that second on highlighted the urgency I hadn’t sensed before, including theway he wrapped his other arm around me, pulling my stomach against the hardness of his cock, which was throbbing.
As with everything else about the man, he was controlling, grinding his hips back and forth, telling me in no uncertain terms that he was in near desperate need. I couldn’t breathe or think when he finally thrust his tongue past my lips, exploring the darkness inside my mouth as his eyes had done to my very soul.
It wasn’t right to be this aroused by a stranger. I’d been taught that passion was developed and nurtured through friendship and love. It would seem my mother was wrong about that. I remained tingling all over, my nipples aching from how swollen they’d become. It was as if the room was spinning all around us, a whirlwind of our hunger spiraling out of control.
The hard press of his heated body was electrifying.
Kendrick’s eyes were glassy, but the expression on his face was one of taking full control. I tangled my fingers in his hair, anchored by the passionate hold as he crushed his lips over mine.
More than before, we were desperate for each other.
Tongues entwining.
Hearts racing.
He rubbed his hand down my back, cupping my bottom. There was something extraordinary about the feel of his thick cock being pressed into my stomach. And about the rush of passion we shared in a wild, rough kiss.
As he spun me around, I was floored by how crazed I felt, the intensity of the raging desire making no sense. Nothing did anylonger. It was as if I was living in an alternate world, incapable of putting the pieces of my life back together.
The taste of him was incredible much like the scent of his aftershave, a rich take on masculinity. Musky and citrusy, the darkness of the forest in a rainstorm. While I’d thoroughly enjoyed seeing him in a dark suit, the jeans suited his personality.
That I knew instinctively and I didn’t even know a thing about him.
I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging while he fisted mine. His hold was powerful, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
The sudden brutal crack across my bottom was jarring and I jerked back, gasping, but there was something also freeing about the action. Maybe he was trying to tell me everything would be okay.
I shifted back and forth, trying to catch my breath. When he slammed my back against the wall, I pushed his shoulder, managing to drive my hand between us.
The single touch of his skin against my fingertips was almost too much, overwhelming in both heat and vibrations.
The man was like a primal beast, the look of him even more predatory than it had been inside the horrible club. I’d seen the look on his face, the crazed desire that had slowly altered his expressions. He’d gone from dispassion at seeing the other girls to leaning forward in his seat, his hunger evident even in the way he’d held his glass.
Something had captured my attention, even dragging me away from the horrible moment. As if he and I had been the only two in the room.
Now I was lost in the moment, trying to control my actions and failing miserably.
“You want me.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“You’re not a very good liar.”
“You might be surprised.”
“With you, nothing would surprise me.” Yet he held back, both of us breathing hard. Once again, he was giving me a choice.
