Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
A growl erupted from his chest and he damn near dragged her deep into the nearest alley. She didn’t fight him, however when he had her pinned between himself and the wall, he noticed the confusion in her expression.
“You.” The single word fell from his lips, nearly feral.
Part of him expected a glib comment, for that was Jasmine, always with the quick retorts. Not this time. She held still, almost as if she knew sudden movements would spur the predator within him to hunting mode.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Jasmine?”
She dragged her tongue along her lower lip and he pounced with a snarl. The hand that had been clamped around her wrist as he dragged her behind him moved up and manacled along the front of her neck. His thumb kept her chin up so he could devour her.
With a bruising grip on her hip, he ground his hard erection into her as he slipped that hand up to wrap around her ponytail. He growled as he pulled back, nipped her lip and kept them nose to nose.
“You don’t get to decide to do something foolish and risky. We’re not done. I’m not done with you.”
He heard the wobble in his voice that appeared at the mere thought of losing her—to another man or to the insanity that surrounded them with the mob and the FBI fuckup.
He kissed her again, needing to have her beneath him. To feel her soften for him, allow him to command her body as he’d spent the past while doing. Hear her admit that it was only him she would lower her guard for. Only him who could elevate her to such heights. Only him, from this moment on, who would ever touch her.
Her tongue met his as he plundered her mouth. Opening beneath him, she allowed him to take what he wanted.
It wasn’t enough.
It wouldn’t ever be enough for him. Not when it came down to one fiery woman named Jasmine Hoyer.
Moving his touch from her hip, he slid his hand between her legs and cupped her core. Nipping at her tongue when she shuddered, he tightened his hold on her throat and chin, not allowing her to move away. Anger raged within him. A need to dominate. To possess.
It roared over him, like a tsunami racing toward shore. He didn’t even try to stop it. In fact, he embraced it.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he held her gaze. Lance had expected her fury to be waiting. That she wouldn’t be happy with his manhandling. What he got shocked him. There was no aggression in her gaze or stance. She wasn’t trying to push him away or get him to be gentler. Jasmine held his stare, waiting for him to make his next move.
“Mine.”
It was the only word he could push through his lips. She settled her hands on either side of his face and yanked his mouth back to hers. Squeezing her thighs around his hand between her legs, she moaned as she stabbed her tongue deep into his mouth.
Yanking his hand from between her legs, he slapped his palm against the wall behind her. “I’m seconds away from fucking you right here.”
She wound her arms around his neck and laughed. “If that’s supposed to be a threat, you’re off base. Way off base.”
“I don’t want anyone to see what’s mine.”
Jasmine leaned forward. “Let’s go before I have to kill some women for looking at yours.”
They took the long way to get back to the safe house, using the bus and making sure that no one was following them by backtracking and the like. The moment they made it back to the apartment, he had her up against the wall, her pants off and his dick so far inside her he could feel her heartbeat.
* * * *
Four hours later, after several rounds of fucking—that’s what it had been, nothing else but hard fucking—he woke to find her not in the bed. Frowning, he rolled to his feet and tugged on some dark blue workout pants before padding up the hallway.
Jasmine stood at the window looking out, tiny pale pink shorts barely covering the globes of her ass while her matching cami made his cock stand at attention. The lace at the top allowed him to see a teasing hint of her high and firm breasts. He licked his lips and propped his shoulder against the doorframe.
“Ready to talk?” She didn’t glance away from the window when she posed her question.
While he longed to cross over to her and tug her close, he stayed put, acknowledging that he had to keep his distance or his dick would be fully sunk inside her in seconds. He couldn’t get enough.
“Explain.” Lance frowned over the growl in his tone.
Now she turned toward him. He bit his lower lip as he skimmed her front. How the fuck did this woman ruin him and turn him into a horny teen who basically lived by and for his dick?