"I'm not a monster. That guy, the type of man he is, he's a monster. He would take you home and… he would've… " Bardil's voice is tight, and I realize he's struggling to say whatever he's thinking.
He lifts his hand and wraps his fingers around my jaw.
I push him away from me, intensely aware of the heat of his eyes and the way his hand on my skin makes my heart beat faster.
My eyes dart to his lips, and I take in a sharp breath, wondering why the hell I'm thinking about kissing him when I'm so fucking angry.
Bardil growls, shaking his head, closing his eyes.
I push him away again, and this time he lets go of my jaw. My skin feels cold in the absence of his touch.
He moves back to his seat, still fighting for control over his anger.
"If youevertouch me again, I'll… "
I don't get a chance to finish my sentence before his lips are on mine.
My heart screams to a stop. My body ignites with fire so intense I can't breathe.
There isn't even a moment when I think to myself,No, don't kiss him back.
Our lips move against each other, and he slips his hand around my waist. As though I weigh nothing at all, he pulls me into his lap in the car with my legs straddling him.
The kiss intensifies.
Every cell in my body is begging for more as I move with him. A moan slips from my lips, and I arch my back as he runs his hands down my spine and cups them over my ass, pulling me onto his cock.
He's rock hard and massive, pressing against his pants.
Get a hold of yourself, Nikita.
Why? Why should I get a hold of myself? This feels so good. It's better than anything I've felt before. I'm in the middle of nowhere, kissing the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life. This is the kind of moment I long for when I'm trapped at home. This is the adventure I want in my life.
Bardil groans deeply as he pulls me harder against his raging boner.
He sounds savage. Wild. Like an animal dragging its prey into its den. I wrap my hands around his thick, muscular neck and pull him harder against my mouth. He pushes his tongue into me and threads the fingers of one hand through my hair. He tugs my head back and exposes my throat. His lips brush over my skin, kissing me, his tongue playing along the vulnerability of my neck.
My breathing becomes faster, and a desperate need takes over my thoughts.
I want him.
I want him more than I've ever wanted anyone.
My fingers move to the buttons of his shirt, tugging at him, wanting to run my hands over his toned muscles. To touch his skin. To be as close to him as possible.
He locks his mouth over mine again and kisses me.
I can't believe it.
I can't believe I've pushed away the attraction toward him since day one, but all this time, he felt it too. Something wild and deep. Something dangerous and raw.
The top button of his shirt pops open when I pull it, and Bardil laughs.
The laugh makes me pause. My heart constricts.
I pull away, and he laughs again. Cold and nasty.
"Do you see how easy it is, little rabbit?"
