His actions were rough yet inviting, pushing me to the point of letting go. I’d never hungered to surrender to anyone as I didwith this man. Maybe I was merely living out a fantasy and nothing else, but the taste of him and the heat of his body were explosive.
As the kiss continued, I found myself melting into his powerful arms, unable to think about anything else but the clear madness of experiencing rapture when I’d believed he’d shut me down. I closed my eyes, thriving off the intimacy, my pussy clenching several times.
“You want this.” He wasn’t asking. He was telling me.
“Do I?”
“Tell me.” His grip on my chin became more forceful as he wrenched my head, forcing me to stare into his eyes. Riveting, the flecks of light sparking off them from the last vestige of sunlight added gasoline to the fire.
I ripped at his tee shirt, yanking the hem from the tight confines of his jeans, longing to slide my hands underneath so I could marvel in his carved body. I could no longer recognize any aspect of the woman I’d become, so crazed that nothing else seemed to matter.
“I’m going to fuck you. Tell me you want it.”
“I can’t.”
He peppered my cheek with kisses, dragging his rough tongue along my jaw, sliding it to the base of my ear. As he nipped my earlobe, everything I’d thought I’d known about the woman inside was shattered, broken pieces of glass imbedded in my skin. I shoved the rest of the world aside, unable to halt what was about to happen.
Nor did I want to.
“Tell. Me.” His command reverberated in my ears, the husky sound filtering into every cell and pore of my skin, the fire all consuming.
“Yes. Fuck me. Just… fuck me.”
CHAPTER 6
Maverick
“There is nothing like the hunting of women. No gourmet food. No expensive liquor. No sensual perfume. And no raw, unbridled sexual experience that could hold a candle to the hunt, the capture, and the kill.”
The bastard’s words lingered in my mind. I could almost hear his voice inside my head, laughing as he tossed them out like cookie crumbs to potential new conquests.
Every time I cinched my eyes shut, I could see his face. But in a few seconds, the ugliness was crowded out by visions of my unexpected guest.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
What the hell was I doing?
Touching her? Kissing her?
I needed to shut it all down immediately. But I didn’t want to.
Yes, Alexia was fucking gorgeous. Yes, she’d awakened something I’d believed driven into permanent abstention. She’d also managed with a single smile to allow my cravings to surface.
Yet at the same time, discovering her identity had also jarred an abysmal past, destroying dozens of chains and locks I’d placed around myself for one single reason.
Keeping my sanity.
Maybe two.
To keep me from breaking down the doors of the prison and killing the evil bastard myself. He’d fucked with everyone for almost a year, taunting victims, police officers, and judges. He’d believed himself bigger than the law, enjoying terrifying everyone in the chase. But he hadn’t been able to get to me.
At least not where others could witness the downfall of a once highly decorated FBI agent. Little did anyone know how much I’d suffered.
Keeping my anger and inner frustrations private had been a feat for years. I’d finally surrendered the memories and burning need to the same prison as everything else about the case.
Now the doors had been blown wide open.
“I want you,” Alexia said quietly.
