Lance gripped the nape of her neck and immediately her body heated like it had been on an ice cube before.No matter how hot—and hewashot—Nolan was, her body was owned by Lance Baldwin.
“We need to get going, baby.”
There was something in his tone that had her moving instantly.She held up the newer ice cream.“Taking this for the road.Liam, it was a pleasure meeting you.Thank you for cheering me up.”
He grinned at her, unaware or uncaring of the undercurrent of tension streaking between the two adult males.
“Daddy said we should try to make people feel better.”
She nodded.“He was right.”
Nolan offered her a card.“You need anything, you call me, Jasmine.”
Behind her Lance muttered, “She won’t.”
Jasmine smiled and took the card.“Thank you.It was a great pleasure sharing ice cream with you today, Liam.”
“Bye, Jasmine.Nice to meet you.”
A brisk nod to the father and she walked away, Lance draping his arm around her shoulders and brushing a kiss along her cheek.
“We really need to talk about this, baby.”
Chapter Fourteen
Yesterday is not ours to recover,
but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.
~ Lyndon B.Johnson
The anger he’d been holding at bay raged within him.A mix of crap from Robert and from seeing his woman with some handsome man who was absolutely, hands-down flirting with her.As they walked he tried to calm himself, but it wasn’t working.All he could see in his mind was Jasmine and that man in an erotic setting.The man’s hands skimming down her curves.Peeling her clothing off her one article at a time, exposing the smooth brown skin.
A growl erupted from his chest and he damn near dragged her deep into the nearest alley.She didn’t fight him, however when he had her pinned between himself and the wall, he noticed the confusion in her expression.
“You.”The single word fell from his lips, nearly feral.
Part of him expected a glib comment, for that was Jasmine, always with the quick retorts.Not this time.She held still, almost as if she knew sudden movements would spur the predator within him to hunting mode.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Jasmine?”
She dragged her tongue along her lower lip and he pounced with a snarl.The hand that had been clamped around her wrist as he dragged her behind him moved up and manacled along the front of her neck.His thumb kept her chin up so he could devour her.
With a bruising grip on her hip, he ground his hard erection into her as he slipped that hand up to wrap around her ponytail.He growled as he pulled back, nipped her lip and kept them nose to nose.
“You don’t get to decide to do something foolish and risky.We’re not done.I’mnot done with you.”
He heard the wobble in his voice that appeared at the mere thought of losing her—to another man or to the insanity that surrounded them with the mob and the FBI fuckup.
He kissed her again, needing to have her beneath him.To feel her soften for him, allow him to command her body as he’d spent the past while doing.Hear her admit that it was only him she would lower her guard for.Only him who could elevate her to such heights.Only him, from this moment on, who would ever touch her.
Her tongue met his as he plundered her mouth.Opening beneath him, she allowed him to take what he wanted.
It wasn’t enough.
It wouldn’teverbe enough for him.Not when it came down to one fiery woman named Jasmine Hoyer.
Moving his touch from her hip, he slid his hand between her legs and cupped her core.Nipping at her tongue when she shuddered, he tightened his hold on her throat and chin, not allowing her to move away.Anger raged within him.A need to dominate.To possess.
