He did it anyway, pressing his warm lips to mine. I ignored him and the delicious electricity he sent surging through me. Didn’t give him any response at all. He drew away a fraction of an inch, so his breath was hot on my face.
“Kiss me back. You’ll like it.”
“I won’t.” I disliked the quiver in my voice because it made my statement sound like a lie.
A smile ghosted across his lips. “Why not?”
“Because,” I said more firmly, “you’re an arrogant prick.”
His seductive eyes went wide then lit with warmth. Like he was thrilled. “Oh, Kara. That was the wrong answer.”
He assaulted my mouth like he couldn’t care less about what I thought of him. It demanded my participation, though. Hard lips moved on mine, aggressive and dominating.
Our first kiss had been just a quick meeting of our mouths before I’d put a stop to it, and I hadn’t a clue how risky it had been. I didn’t understand how much we’d both been holding back until his mouth crushed to mine.
Need erupted deep inside me. It was a tidal wave sweeping away the last of my resistance.
The next thing I knew, my hands were on the sides of his face like I was holding on for dear life, my kiss meeting his and pleading for more.
Holy shit, he knew what he was doing.
The power of his kiss was intense, consuming... out of control. I sighed into it, and he issued a quiet sound of satisfaction. I was the first one to use tongue to deepen our kiss. My hands drifted down to clutch fistfuls of the soft wool of his jacket. His fingers threaded through my hair, holding me at just the right angle to deepen his possession.
This was a delicious nightmare I was sure to regret later. But not right now. Not with what he was doing, with how my starved body responded to him. I didn’t care that I was over my head, drowning in him.
My moan when Shawn’s tongue caressed mine was loud, and the stroke of it created a sharp ache between my legs. My breath was ragged when his lips drifted to my neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses on my sensitive skin. I gasped when he nipped at my earlobe, giving me a shock of pleasure. His concerned gaze found mine momentarily.
But I shut my eyes and let my head fall back on the seat, basically encouraging him to have me however he wanted.
He yanked at the tie at my waist to get inside my jacket, tugging it open. It was unbelievably hot inside the car, under hishands that slid around my back. Hotter still under his mouth which teased and tormented me. He sucked on the sensitive spot where my pulse pounded in my neck, giving me a shudder of pleasure.
Outside, rain streaked across the windows, and inside, fog crept up the glass.
I wanted his mouth back on mine and yanked his head to where I needed it to be. I didn’t think about who he was, or what my sister would say if she knew I was kissing her brother-in-law. I couldn’t think about anything except the way he tasted or how hungry my body was for his touch.
He pulled away, breaking our kiss only for a moment, and hurried to kneel on the floorboard facing me. As soon as he settled on his knees, he dragged me across the leather back seat so I was centered around him. He set the flat of his palms on my thighs and pushed them upward, urging the fabric of my skirt toward my waist so my legs could open wide enough to accommodate him.
“Shawn,” I whispered, drunk with lust.
And then I felt something I hadn’t in years—a man hard between my legs.
My heart fluttered and blood roared through my head, muffling the sound of my ragged breathing. He gripped my hips and shifted me to the edge of the seat toward him, so I was slumped down and pressed firmly and intimately against him.
Where I could feel every impressive inch of how badly he wanted me. The pleasurable grind of his body against mine made sparks crack across every nerve ending, and the moan I let out was so loud and deep, a victorious smile blazed across his face.
We were only a heartbeat and a zipper away from sex, and there was a stranger less than five feet away, only black glass separating us.
“You’ve done a great job of proving I’m not irresistible,” he mocked, his lips by the shell of my ear. “You can continue proving it in your hotel room.”
“No,” I gasped, and reality splashed on me like cold water. My hands were on his chest, finding it hard beneath his suit. I’d put them there to push him away, but they remained, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat. “You’ve made your point.”
“Which is?”
His kiss filled me with so much desire I shuddered. “That you can turn me on when I don’t want you to.”
“You keep lying to yourself?—”
Finally, I found the frustration I wanted to feel, and it trickled into my voice. “You’ve convinced my body to want this, but not my mind.”
