She came hard with a keening cry, legs lashing tighter around him.Holy shit.His legs shook with need and he fumbled with the fly on his jeans.
Shit.Condom.
Jasmine sucked her lower lip in her mouth and brought herself closer to his face.Brown eyes full of so much emotion and heat bore into his as she scraped along the nape of her neck with those short, unpolished nails of hers.
“Hurry.”
One word.Barely over a whisper.He more felt the brush of her breath along his wet lips than heard the plea.It wasn’t smooth, there wasn’t any finesse as he ripped open the condom, rolled it down his hard throbbing length and drove deep into her seconds after he tugged her clothes to the side.
“Shit yes!”She bowed her back with the cry that escaped.
“Fuck me.”He put them forehead to forehead as he held still, balls-deep inside her.“Christ, Jasmine.You’re so fucking slick and tight.So goddamn tight.”
She flexed her internal muscles and that just about kicked him over the edge of the control he struggled to maintain.
“Don’t let me down now, Lance.I’m not looking for gentle lovemaking.”
That was what he’d needed to hear.There wasn’t going to be anything gentle about this.Far too long since he’d lost himself in a woman, and for it to be this one, who had always retained a hold on his memory?Raw.Hard.Fast.Deep.
Those were the words ripping through his head as his control eroded.
At the first hard thrust, she nipped his neck and begged for more.He gave it to her.
* * * *
It was the click of his doorknob that alerted Lance to potential trouble.Jasmine lay in his arms and they were on the floor in his bedroom.He flexed his fingers along her arm and smiled when she put his sidearm in his hand, all without moving much.
His perfect woman.They hadn’t been so far gone to forget the need to have protection close.
The bedroom door flung open and Michel pulled up short.Lance got it, the man who believed himself invincible and untouchable had to be shocked to see himself facing down not one but two guns.
“What the fuck are you doing in my place, Michel?”
“Dad wanted me to bring you in.”His beady eyes drifted back to the woman in Lance’s arms.
“Keep your eyes off my woman.”Lance spat out the words.
Michel adjusted himself.“You should share her.Is she not worth the bed?I see a lot of clothing all over your floor.”
Lance sat up, allowing the blanket to fall to his waist.Looking to his left, where Jasmine had the cover tucked under her full breasts but the gun out and pointed with unerring accuracy at Michel, Lance smiled.Bending, he kissed her then stood up, naked.
A low moan from Jasmine hit him and he smirked.Then turned his back on Michel, trusting her to keep him safe.And the move showed off the rake marks she’d put on him as he went to draw on a pair of workout pants.
“Did you want to tell your dad why you had to stay and watch me dress?Or can you step out of the room so my woman can get dressed?I don’t give a fuck if you look at my cock but I’ll fucking be dead before I allow your eyes to rest upon her nude body.That’smine.”Lance didn’t even attempt to hide the blatant possessiveness in his tone.
* * * *
Jasmine sank against the buttery-soft leather seat in the back of the SUV they rode in.Personally, she wasn’t a fan of not having her own way out other than running, but it was too late for her to insist on getting there herself.Hell, she’d not had a car in years.Easier to be tracked down, and so much easier to just boost what she needed when and if she required it.
Lance sat beside her, his face the epitome of calm, but she knew better.She could read him like a book.Had been able to since the first day they had met.Jasmine hid a chuckle as she recalled his expression when she’d dragged her far-too-long nails up his chest and propositioned him.
Despite the line she’d crossed when she’d been betrayed, there were some things that had been imbedded deep in her soul.And leaving this man to face a certain death if she ratted him out wasn’t something she could do.So for the moment she was officially the unofficial girlfriend of Lance, who worked for the Jankovic crime family.
She couldn’t stop playing in her head how he’d protected her body from Michel’s view.Like she actually meant something to him.
If only that were true, but I know my lot in life and it’s not the happily ever after.Even if I do want it.
He reached across the space between them and picked up her hand, lacing their fingers.
