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)
“Wanna keep holding onto that, baby? Or are we going to get out of this alley and start making up for lost time?”
She dragged her tongue along her lower lip and loved how his eyes darkened with heat. “I’ve not held it for so long. You know I go through withdrawals.” She began stroking him. His large frame shuddered seconds before he curved his hand around the back of her neck. Strong fingers bit into her flesh, marking her. Claiming her.
Problem was, she didn’t mind.
“I have no problem fucking you here.” His words were rasped.
“Is that fucking me? Or fucking me over?”
He lowered his face and brushed his mouth along the corner of hers. “We need to talk, but they’re still watching us.”
Yeah, she wasn’t an idiot.
Nipping at his lip, she sucked it into her mouth and ate his groan as he grabbed her hips, smashing their bodies together. Need sizzled through her, so powerful she almost forgot she stood in a darkened alley with a man she’d once propositioned mostly so he wouldn’t arrest her.
Another bite to his lip and she pulled back to see his eyes. “Your place, because I’m not taking you to mine.” She released his cock and put a couple of steps between them.
Chapter Three
Trusting you is my decision,
but proving me right is your choice.
Back at his place, Lance ran a check for listening devices, even though the steps he’d left in place to make sure no one had entered while he’d been out meeting Michel then Dusan were still in place. He couldn’t afford not to be extra vigilant. While he did, Jasmine leaned against the wall. Not the door, but the wall that was behind cement, not trusting just a small bit of wood to keep her safe if a shot came. He admired her for that.
He was bothered by a few things. First was that she didn’t speak and didn’t seem to be in any rush to do so. The second and far more important aspect was the intensity of his attraction to her.
Content with his check, he exhaled and rested his head against the wall. “Can I get you anything? Drink? I have water, beer, and juice.”
His place wasn’t that big, and he didn’t spend a lot of what was given to him. Part of his way to not get comfortable with the life.
“No.”
He stared at her before pushing away from the wall and heading to the kitchen for a drink. She may not want or need one, but he sure the fuck did. Popping the top on his beer, he strolled back into the living room. Jasmine hadn’t moved.
“I need your help.”
Again, not a peep from her. The first time, and last, that they had been together, her mouth hadn’t stopped moving as she’d cussed out the ADA, another cop, and probably him. He couldn’t remember everyone who’d gotten a taste of her wrath.
This woman here, now, was different than that one. No horribly clashed outfits. No hair that looked like it belonged back in the eighties. While she wasn’t as subdued in clothing choices as her twin, it was so much less than it had been.
Those large brown eyes of hers watched him.
“Are you going to say anything?”
“Who are you undercover with?”
He flattened his lips, knowing he wasn’t supposed to say a fucking thing.
A shake of her head. “Want my help but you don’t want to tell me anything. Fine. How about I tell you what I know.” She pushed from the wall and moved toward him, hips doing that damn evocative sway that he no longer doubted was natural. Her movements were too sensual no matter the situation to be anything but.
“You’re under with the Feds because they think they’ll be able to bring that fuck down. Problem is, you’re starting to lose it because you’ve been under so long. Doubting what you hear, not sure who you can trust any longer, and you want out. So much so you’re actually risking it all to reach out to someone outside your little circle. And you’re hoping that I’ll go along with this stupid plan of yours.”
She was right there in front of him and he pulled her the rest of the way in so he could take possession of her pillowy lips.
Jasmine didn’t play coy with him, not in the slightest. Her mouth opened to welcome in his questing tongue. He licked all he could, the sides and top of her mouth, before dancing his tongue with hers. Her taste was something he would never forget— jasmine and a hint of oranges.
He growled low and cupped her ass, lifting her into his arms. She immediately wound her legs around him and he backed her into the wall. Jasmine threaded her fingers into his hair as she rotated her hips, rubbing her pussy along his cock. His senses were flying out of control. Lance swore her heat singed him through his jeans and her shorts.