He was about to get in when he turned and sought Ishara. “I’m sorry,” he mouthed.
“Fuck you, asshole.” She flipped him the bird then turned to look at me. “I think we need ice cream. What do you say?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Hours later when the sky had morphed from golden yellow to a deep black, peppered by a million stars then rapidly churned into dark gray clouds that promised rain, Ishara stood to leave. We’d driven down to the pier, got ice cream, and watched the sunset. Both of us forgetting about the men in our lives and just chilling.
“We should go, it looks like the rain’s going to roll in any second now” Ishara glanced around. “Plus, we’re the only ones left here. Guess no one has lonely lives like us.” She grinned.
“Not for long.” I shoulder bumped her as we stood and began walking.
We were about to cross the cobbled path into the parking lot when Ishara stopped me. “You have a visitor, babe?”
I looked up at her. “Huh?” She tipped her chin at something behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder. Parked in a spot overlooking the water and the only other car there except us, Zayne was leaning against his car door. His arms crossed over his chest, his eyes on me. “How did he find us?”
“Maybe he put a tracker in your pussy.” She burst out laughing at her joke.
“Ha, ha, funny.” I wrinkled my nose at her. “Let’s just go. I don’t want to talk to him.”
Turning my back on him, I started walking away when Ishara whispered, “er...I don’t think you have a choice. He’s coming toward us and that look on his face is pure determination. He looks like a man who gets what he wants.”
“Well, he’s not getting me.” I took a step forward and this time the deep husky voice stopped me.
“We have some unfinished business, baby girl.”
Slowly, I turned. Zayne stood just under a streetlight. His hands in his pants pockets, his black button-down opened at the neck and sleeves rolled up to the elbows, started a low burning tingle between my legs, reminding me that he’d been there before. I tried hard to ignore him but some people just can’t be ignored. “Really? You used me and you need what? More information perhaps, over a case I knew nothing about?”
“I told you I’ll be back.” One dark brow lifted. “You’ve got my dessert in your panties, Ria. It’s pink, it’s warm and when I’m done sucking and fucking you, it will be thick and creamy.”
Holy crap. I fought to keep from clenching my thighs. I could’ve sworn I heard my pussy explode and Ishara whimper. “Um...you can’t,” I tried.
“Wrong, baby girl.” He took a step toward me, and I held my ground. “You were mine the second you said hi, only you didn’t know it then and now you do. So, if you have any plans to scream rape, I’d suggest you do it now because once I start fucking you, you’ll have to save all your energy just to breathe.”
My jaw dropped and next to me Ishara groaned. I shot her a helpless look and she smiled before darting toward her car probably figuring out I wasn’t in danger. “No,” I squeaked then cleared my voice. While the notion of this man taking me, seemed intimidating given my lack of experience, deep down I knew I’d like it and want more. I bit my bottom lip, searching my brain for something suitable to say.
He took another step closer and I could feel the heat radiate off him, he scorched my body from chest to toes. “Keep biting your lip and I’m about two seconds away from losing my shit and fucking you right here against that wall. Exhibitionism at its best.” He winked, jerking his chin at the wall behind me.
My eyes grew round. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Watch me,” he growled a second before his lips crashed to mine and we moaned in unison as streaks of electricity shot between us. His lips were cold but his mouth was warm...hot, tasting like mint and whiskey. Every inch of me was on fire and that was just from a kiss.
He lifted me, pressing my back into the wall and I had no option but to throw my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and hang on. His hard-on nudged my pussy and the short skirt I wore, not much help protecting me. He moved his lips down my chin and bit my neck, his hips grinding against me, and I felt every inch of him. He caught my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard through the tank and I shuddered.
“Zayne, please,” I whimpered.
Somewhere between a delirious kiss and the tingles cascading over my body, I was so mesmerized, I didn’t realize Zayne had moved us, until he set me down on his car, breaking the kiss.
“What...” I glanced around. “What are you doing?”
His smile was slow, the lift of his brow even more and I gulped, guessing I was dessert on the beach.”
I barely had a moment to think before his soft touch stole my thoughts. He pressed gentle kisses down my throat, over my breasts, and down along my stomach. While one part of me was nervous, the other, greedy with impatience, was excited. But when he lifted the hem of my tank and circled my navel with his tongue, the nervous part surrendered. He followed a slow trail over my skin, sucking, nipping, biting. Where his lips were soft, his afternoon stubble was coarse and for each breathless whimper I let out, a shudder followed.
Removing his jacket, he rolled it up and set it down behind me. “Lean back, put your feet flat on the hood, and open your thighs. I want to see that pretty pink pussy.” When I blushed, hesitating, he guided me down. “You’re not shy now, are you? You wanted me to eat you on the hood of my car, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then open up. I’m starving.” His grin mischievous, he removed my pumps, dropped them to the ground, and bent my legs at the knees. Placing my feet flat on the hood, he spread my thighs. My short skirt slid backward, bunching at my waist. The cool sea breeze floating over my body wasn’t powerful enough to cause the goosebumps Zayne’s stare alone was creating. His gaze traveled over me, and even under the moonlight peeking through gray clouds, I could see heat flare in those mesmerizing brown eyes. Caressing my thighs, he slid them slowly from knee to apex, the coarse skin of his palm, sending more shudders through me.
