“Did you ever think that perhaps you’ve only tasted the wrong women?”
Every time he laughed, my skin tickled both in delight and anticipation. While I should have realized he was a dominating man from his prose, he was even more so than I’d predicted. Adding to the excitement.
“More than once.”
There was something off about his admittance or perhaps he was merely teasing me as I’d done with him. A scar caught my eye and I abandoned the thought, concentrating on the indentation left by a bullet. It was clear to see, an ugly reminder that he’d lived a very dangerous life.
Once before when he’d been my hero.
As I circled the wound with my finger, I expected him to tense, but his breathing slowed instead. Yet he was watching me.
“A bank robber who tried to get away.” His voice was low and husky, a soft caress of a lover’s heated breath.
“But you caught him?”
“Of course.”
“Did you kill him?”
He chuckled. “Not that burglar. But he’s doing twenty-five years for armed robbery.”
A slight chill coursed through me as I shifted my attention to one down further on his chest. “And this one?”
When he didn’t answer right away, I lifted my head so I could study his eyes. “A school shooter. He killed three children before I put a bullet in his brain.”
Pulling my hand away, I curled my fingers. “You’ve been through hell. Haven’t you?”
“I consider myself a lucky man.” He wrapped his fingers around mine, repeating what he’d done before, only this time rolling his lips across my knuckles.
Every touch caused shivers. My God. The lust in his eyes was more intense than before, the electricity sparking from his massive frame creating a wave of shivers. I clenched my other hand, pressing my fist into his chest while I remained unable to ignore the dark, insidious craving for him.
“How many times has your life been in danger?”
His eyes were hooded, his chest rising and falling. His thick cock was pressed against my stomach, which kept me on a spectacular high where want and need collided.
“Enough.”
“How many men have you killed?”
“Is that what you really want to know, Alexia, or are you asking if I’m willing to hunt and kill the man responsible for hurting you?” He released his hold, gently wrapping his hand around my throat. The action was possessive, very much like the heroes he depicted in his books.
Fantasy was colliding with reality, but the dangerous side to every fictional hero was exactly the same as the man about to fuck me.
A warm flush swept across my cheeks. “Maybe I am.”
“Then the answer is easy. Without a second of hesitation.”
He kissed me hungrily, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth. Every promise I’d made to myself about shutting him down failed and I kissed him back with the same intensity. As I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, arching my back, he removed his hand from my throat, fisting my hair at the scalp instead. There was nothing like the power of his hold or the feel of his cock grinding into my stomach.
Every sensation dazzling, my mind was as corrupted as my body, my needs shattering every angry thought. As he sucked on my tongue, I crawled my fingers down his sides, kneading his thighs. A growl erupted past the kiss, the sound thrilling. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, enjoying the weight of his cock in my hand. As I pumped the base, I twisted my hand, creating friction between my fingers. All the moments of nothing but hollow fantasies faded, replaced with the same desperate need he was exhibiting.
As soon as he broke the intimate moment, dragging his tongue around my lips, I cried out as vibrations skittered down the back of my legs.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, rolling his lips under my jaw to my earlobe. When he bit down, I raked my nails across his skin, sensing his desire only increasing. We were combustible, incapable of thinking clearly, but the delicious fire burning in my core refused to be denied.
While he was a damn good author, I sensed he craved the rush of adrenaline only provided when chasing the bad guy. Did that make him even more exciting?
Well, hell, yes. Why deny the obvious?
