“Tell me who did this to you and I’ll have him taken care of. I’ll go myself if that’s what you’d prefer.”
As crazy as his statement might seem to some, I had no doubt he was being serious. There was a tiny part of me who would love to see the predatory wolf in action. “They aren’t worth it.”
“They? Even worse.” He lowered his head and I found myself tilting my chin.
He smelled of sandalwood and spice, a hint of the forest of something even darker, richer. And more deadly. When our lipswere centimeters away, I pushed my hands against his chest, trying to slide away from him.
But he grabbed my arm, keeping me where I was.
“Don’t run away from me, Anna.”
When he said my name, enunciating the syllables in a dark and stormy way, I was drawn further into a world promising passion as well as danger. While my mind instructed me to stay far away from the temptation, the sizzling ache in my body refused to listen to solid advice.
“I’m not running. I have a few things to accomplish.”
“You’re going to have dinner with me.”
“I can’t, Jaxon, and you and I both know we’re not compatible.”
He laughed in a way that sent shivers all through my body. “Maybe I’m not asking.”
“You’re used to getting what you want. Aren’t you?”
“Always.”
“Not this time. I have rehearsal and another new job to start so I can afford to pay your sister back for her kindness. I also need to settle in.” Maybe with enough repetition he’d get the point that I wasn’t going out with him under any circumstances. “Just not now. Okay? Maybe in a couple days.”
Somehow, I doubted he would heed my plea.
However, I had no intention of telling him where I was going. While the chemistry we shared was off the charts, I couldn’t allow my guard to fall with him. I knew men like him far too well.He was a user, someone who worked every angle to get what he wanted and that wasn’t going to fly with me.
When I tried to walk away again, he slid his hand under my chin, holding my throat. Unlike the night before, he wasn’t using a strangling pressure, but his hold was entirely possessive. Before I had a chance to say anything, he captured my mouth.
This time, I didn’t want to fight him or the moment of passion. He swept his tongue inside and I was floored how hot and hungry I’d become. Everything about the man was a telling statement about how controlling he was. Enough so, the kiss was the most passionate one I’d ever had in my life.
I was breathless, prickles of light flashing in front of my eyes. And the entire world around us ceased to exist. I curled my fingers around his shirt, tugging him even closer. The kiss took on a life of its own, our tongues dancing together as he attempted to dominate me. The rougher he became, the more my hunger exploded until my core was on fire, my pussy throbbing.
He seemed to sense my body’s condition because when he broke the kiss, he acted as if he had no intention of letting me go. With a push of his thumb under my chin, he lifted my head and dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other.
I kept my eyes closed, incapable of thinking clearly. Being lightheaded around him wasn’t a good thing to do, but he was so controlling in a way that pushed my passion to the limits. When he nuzzled into my neck, my legs began to shake.
“Desidero baciare ogni centimetro del tuo corpo, deliziarmi della tua dolce fica e poi affondare il mio pene profondamente dentro di te. Per ore e ore.”
His voice was dark, alluding to the very dangerous aura surrounding him. All controlling. All consuming. And his words were everything I’d longed to hear and nothing I could tolerate.
I long to kiss every inch of your body, feasting on your sweet pussy then thrusting my cock deep inside. For hours and hours.
And why? Because he’d spoken the words of passion and dominance in Italian.
The hushed statement was exactly what I needed to hear. I shoved him away, breaking contact, the surprise enough to be able to slip from his hold.
Jaxon remained where he was, formidable in his body stance. With the breeze softly tousling his thick strands of hair and his jaw clenched, he appeared the perfect panther lying in wait.
As I backed away, I could clearly see a look of amusement in his eyes, and the way the corners of his mouth turned constituted a smile coming from such a dangerous man.
It was almost a promise.
Our interactions weren’t complete, not by a longshot.
