“I’m fine.” Was her voice really trembling?
It was really trembling.
That look in his eyes was pure serious. And it wasn’t just pure serious danger either. It was serious lust and intent. And she had a feeling she was not going to escape with a bit of flirting tonight.
“I can see that.” He nodded slowly.
The black of his mission uniform blended into the night. With his black hair and bronzed flesh, his blue eyes almost glowed in the dark. And they were hot.
“Yeah.” Shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, she hurriedly jerked them out as those eyes lowered, sliding across the tops of her breasts as they pushed out against the snug tank top she wore. “Um, I’m fine. You can leave. If you want. I mean, yeah, you can leave.” She felt like smacking her own head as the synapses between lips and brain seemed to misfire alarmingly.
What the hell was she supposed to do with her hands?
She crossed her arms over her breasts and that didn’t work. Finally, she just shoved her hands into the back pockets of her jeans uncomfortably.
“You got here fast. How did you pass me and I didn’t see you?” She cleared her throat, so nervous she swore she could feel her vocal cords trembling with it.
She would have noticed a Dragoon passing her in a heartbeat, and she knew she hadn’t seen it.
“Of course I got here fast. I had to make sure my favorite girl was safe.” His lips quirked just that little bit, his gaze lightening only marginally. “There’s no one else to bust my ass on a regular basis.”
“Because everyone else is trying too hard to get that tight ass naked,” she retorted.
Oh shit, she didn’t say that.
But she did.
His eyes narrowed on her. “But you’re not, of course?”
“Oh no. Not me. I’m just everyone’s best bud, haven’t you heard?” And that wasn’t bitterness in her voice now, was it?
But she knew better. The restlessness, the knowledge that the choices she had made over the years kept her life so sanitized it was painful, had the restlessness inside her growing until she felt she couldn’t contain it any longer.
“I hadn’t heard.” He took a step closer.
Was she supposed to retreat?
Retreat? Um, yeah. She stepped back. “Well, I’m fine. You see I’m fine.” Holding her hands back from her body, she went back another step. “You can go now. Where did you park anyway?” He wasn’t parked out back. “Wherever you parked, be careful now. See you later.”
But he wasn’t moving to leave. Instead, he was moving with her, a step toward her for every step she took back.
“Are you scared of me, Gypsy?” His voice was lower, a little raspier, rougher. And she liked the sound of it far too much.
She moved back another step as he moved closer. Close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body.
A gasp slipped past her lips before she could stop it as her retreat was suddenly halted by the privacy fencing that hid her sister’s front door from view of the parking lot and their parents’ home.
“Rule—” She couldn’t make herself say “No.” Instead, her hands lifted to press against his chest, only to find them securely caught in his broad hands.
A second later he had them secured firmly over her head and pressed against the fence behind her.
Dominance.
Power.
Arrogant sexuality and pure confidence.
The combination was maddening and highly arousing. So arousing she was creaming her panties furiously.
“This isn’t a good—” She knew what he was going to do. And she knew if she let him do it—
He didn’t ask permission, he didn’t give her a warning. Halfway through her own warning on the advisability of what she knew was coming, his lips covered hers, his tongue taking full advantage of her surprised gasp.
Too experienced, warm, with a hint of pure male determination, his lips covered hers and immediately set fire to her senses.
Chocolate and peppermint.
He tasted like chocolate and peppermint candy. Like pure sex and she wanted to lick him up one slow lick at a time.
His free hand cupped the side of her face as his thumb pressed at the tip of her chin, parting her lips further as his settled deeper into the kiss.
His lips plundered hers erotically. They licked over the plumped curves and at her curious tongue as his kiss assured her that he knew exactly what he was doing. And he knew exactly how to make it so damned good that she had no choice but to enjoy it.
And she was definitely enjoying it.
Her whole body was enjoying it.
His free hand moved from her chin to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back.
Releasing her wrists, his hand moved to her hip, gripped, then slid to her lower back before moving to the curve of her rear.
She was beyond fighting his kiss.
She was beyond fighting anything he wanted to give her right now.
Actually, she was more than ready to take more.
Gripping his shoulders and holding tight to him, Gypsy dug her nails into the black material of his uniform as he tugged at her hair again. The caress sent a radiant heat through her scalp and flooded her senses.
A groan, or a growl, rumbled in his throat as she arched to him.
A hard, heavy thigh slipped between her legs, the iron-hard muscle pressing firmly into the mound of her sex. The flesh there was so sensitive now that the contact burned through her jeans and the material of his uniform. Her clit was swollen, throbbing, the feel of her moisture easing from her vagina another caress against overly sensitive flesh.
Releasing her hair, his palm caressing down her back, to her side, then moving in a determined stroke to the ripe curve of her breast. There, his thumb found the tight, hard tip of her breast through the thin material of her tank top. The rasp of his callused fingertip sent hot arcs of sensation surging from the tight tip straight to the clenched, tension-filled area of her womb.
Pure, unbelievable pleasure began surrounding her, rushing through her veins, racing through her body.
Her hips tilted into the hard caress of his heavy thigh. Her clit rasped against the silk of her panties and denim of her jeans as his hard, muscular thigh flexed and rubbed against her.
For so many years she had wondered what it felt like, this pleasure she had denied herself for so long.
This Breed hadn’t bothered to sweep past any objections she might have.
He hadn’t given her a chance to object, period.
He hadn’t asked for permission.
He hadn’t even warned her.
He’d immediately flooded her entire body with such a rush of volatile pleasure that she couldn’t deny herself more.
And more.
Her tongue met his over and over again, rubbing against it, licking it, loving the taste of chocolate and peppermint she found there.
His palm cupped her breast, tested the weight, and he made that growly sound again as he released his hold. His hand slid to her hips, pressing beneath the hem of her shirt, and a second later he found bare skin.
If pleasure had been a rush of pure, adrenaline-laced heat flooding her veins before, the second his callused fingertips and palm brushed over her midriff, it became rocket fuel rushing through her system.
His fingertips rasped her sensitive flesh with destructive waves of sensation that fed pure sensual intensity straight to the suddenly hungry depths of her pussy. Her clit didn’t just throb now, it ached, hurting for his touch. Her nipples weren’t just tight, but so swollen, so blazingly sensitive that the scrape of her bra over the tight peaks was nearly too much to bear.
Too much to bear, and yet it wasn’t enough sensation.
Heat seared her nerve endings as a chill raced over her flesh, raising goose bumps along her arms as she shuddered within his hold.