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Her fear was intoxicating… turned me on.
My head swam, the cut under the bandage aching, burning. I kept my body rigid, didn’t let it outwardly show I was struggling to even stand up right now.
“What did you see, Kimber?” It was the first time I’d said her name out loud, and I fucking hated how good it made me feel, how perfect it sounded slipping off my tongue.
She shook her head and retreated as I moved toward her. I wasn’t going to kill her, not unless she knew too much about me, not if there was a very real risk she might put too much together. I was trying to stay under the fucking radar. We’d just robbed a fucking jewelry store. The last thing I needed was the cops getting involved in an auto accident and digging up shit about me, about my past, realizing how close I was to the robbery site.
Hell, finding my serial number scraped off the illegal fucking gun, and the stack of cash I had.
Yeah, no fucking cops.
And as I stared at her, I could see she was a good person, and good people inherently wanted to do the right thing and inform the authorities of shit.
That couldn’t happen.
I was a foot from her now, and she had nowhere else to retreat, her back pressed to the wall, her chest rising and falling viciously.
“I don’t know anything,” she whispered.
She was lying. I practically tasted it in her words.
“I’m really fucking good at reading people, Kimber.” I took another step closer. Goddamn, I loved saying her name. “Don’t lie to me.” I looked right in her wide amber-colored eyes and kept my expression stone-cold. She needed to see—feel—the type of man I really was. “What did you find in that duffel?”
She didn’t answer for long seconds, and I could see on her face she was trying to come up with another lie, or maybe trying to get out of this situation intact. “I was just trying to help. That’s all I was trying to do.” She swallowed again, and I saw tears swimming in her eyes.
Fuck, my gut tightened at the sight.
“I found your wallet.” She lowered her eyes to the ground. “I found your weapon.” She glanced back up at my face. “And I saw a lot of money.”
God, she smelled so fucking good.
I braced one hand on the wall beside her head and closed my eyes involuntarily. I inhaled deeply. My head spun, a mixture from her intoxicating scent and the pain that throbbed at my temple. I felt dizzy, couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even breathe.
On instinct, I placed my other hand on her hip, the one holding the gun, that weapon pressing against her body. I heard her inhale sharply, could practically smell the aroma of her fear and her… desire. A low growl left me.
Arousal and the reality of what I had to do waged war inside me. And despite the fact that I was aware she knew too much, had seen too much, all I wanted to do was press my body to hers. I wanted to see what it felt like to have a woman close to me for the first time in my life. I wanted to let this pleasure ride up and control me for the first time in my existence.
I wanted to let a female consume me.
I’d never let myself get to this point, never even wanted to experience it, but I fucking desired it so damn badly right now. And only with her.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I was losing my mind. Had I hit my head so hard that the reality of the situation was blurring with the selfishness of my desires?
I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head so I could look at her, not realizing I’d had my mouth so fucking close to her pulse point, as if I planned on sucking at her flesh. My cock stirred to life, starting to harden, my balls drawing up right as lust slammed into them.
“You know too much,” I said and felt that dizziness intensify. I squeezed my eyes shut. Fuck, was I going to pass out? I shook my head to try to clear it. When I opened my eyes, the world went sideways, and I found myself pressing my chest to hers. Fuck, she was soft.
Damn, she feels good.
I heard her inhale sharply, her big tits pressing even harder to my chest. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I said as I fought the need to close my eyes and succumb to the darkness. “But you know too much.” That last sentence was said harshly, my voice going impossibly deeper.
“You’re going down,” I heard her say before the gun slipped from my grasp and the ground met me for a kiss.
