Page 101 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

Michael helps me up, and I crawl across the leather seats. He follows behind me. As soon as we’re settled, the SUV begins to move. The partition is already up, and after what I heard and saw earlier tonight, I know it won’t be coming back down.

“You know I’m going to fuck you tonight,” Michael says in a voice too calm for the words that just left his mouth.

I don’t answer. I just nod once, and his grin spreads wide. His fingers trace along my jaw before his hand clamps at the back of my neck, yanking me closer. His mouth crashes into mine, forcing my lips apart as his tongue pushes inside. A shaky breath escapes me, and he swallows it down, leaning in, his body pinning me back against the leather seat as much as the damn seatbelt lets him.

He pulls back just enough to nip at my bottom lip, biting down hard enough to sting.

“The things I’m gonna do to you tonight,” he growls against my mouth, and it sends a jolt straight through me.

His free hand slides down my side, gripping my hip tight before slipping under my shirt, fingers splaying across my bare skin. He traces up my ribs, thumb brushing my breast, squeezing just hard enough to make me gasp.

His lips leave mine, trailing hot and wet down my jaw to my neck. He sucks at the spot just below my ear, teeth grazing my skin as his hand on my neck holds me still. I feel every pull of his mouth, every scrape of his stubble, sending sparks straight through me. He moves lower, kissing and biting along my collarbone, his other hand now cupping my breast fully, thumb circling my nipple until it hardens under his touch.

Then, without warning, he grabs my wrist, guiding my hand down to press against the bulge straining in his pants. His cock throbs under my palm.

“Do you see what you do to me, Doll?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my throat as he nips there again.

I get a little bolder and begin rubbing my hand against it. I slide my palm tentatively along the length, up and down, in awkward, uneven strokes. I don’t even know if I’m doing this right. He groans into my ear, the sound sending shivers down my spine. His breath is hot against my skin as he leans in closer, his grip on my wrist adjusting my hand to press harder, to move with more purpose.

“It’s been two years, Doll, since I’ve slipped this inside a woman, and I can’t wait to put it in your beautiful pussy.”

His words send a flush of heat through me. I squeeze him a little, my thumb brushing over the tip, feeling it jump under the fabric. He growls in response, his hips shifting forward into my palm, and his mouth is on my neck again. His free hand moves from my breast, trailing down my side to my thigh, fingers digging in possessively before sliding higher, pushing between my legs over my jeans.

Then the SUV comes to a complete stop.

“Fucking hell,” Michael says, sitting back, jaw tight.

I look out the window and realize we’ve pulled into my driveway.

“Come on, Doll,” he says. “I need inside of you.”

He knocks on the partition, and it drops.

“You don’t need to wait. Talk to Marco.”

Sal nods.

Michael opens the door and steps out. He turns back to me, his eyes already locked in. He doesn’t wait for me to move. He reaches in, grips my hips, and lifts me out of the SUV in one motion, pulling me tight against him as my legs wrap around his waist.

I grab onto him, breath catching. He takes my purse and pushes it into my hands.

“Find your keys,” he says, already walking toward the door.

Chapter 37

Katie

I’ve still got my legs wrapped around him as he sets me down on the kitchen counter. He takes no time stripping my jacket and top off. His mouth crashes back into mine. Then I’m in his arms again as he carries me down the hall.

“You are going to feel so fucking good,” he growls into my ear.

He drops me onto the bed, and goes for the zipper on my jeans.

“Lift those hips for me, Doll,” he says, eyes dark. I do as I’m told, and he pulls. I wiggle for him to make it easier.

I’m down to my black bra and panties, the fabric clinging to my flushed skin. He’s towering over me, his dark hair tousled from the night, his mustache and beard framing his jawline. He kneels on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders filling my vision as he traces a finger along the edge of my bra, teasing.

“You were driving me wild tonight,” he murmurs, his voice deep and gravelly. “You know that, right?”