He leans in again. His nose nearly brushes mine.
A shudder rolls through me and it zaps straight tomy clit. When God gives a man this face and this body, anyone would heat up. Maybe it isn’t God. Justice carries the flavor of the devil.
“Definitely,” he says.
Crap. I said that out loud. “Let me go.” I forget self-preservation and push against him, struggling for all I’m worth.
He lets me.
I don’t move. Damn it. Fury careens through me, and I punch him in the neck. The sound echoes around the car. I suck in a breath.
He casually, way too easily, captures my wrist, manacles it to my other wrist, and secures them at the back of my waist with one hand. The blanket falls down to my hips. “That wasn’t nice.”
“I’mnotnice,” I gasp out.
His free hand wraps around the front of my throat, his thumb on one side and his fingers on the other. He tightens his grip. “It’s a good thing I don’tlikenice.” With just that hold, he pulls me toward him, his mouth taking mine again.
Hard.
Fast.
Deep.
I can’t breathe. As his tongue slips between my lips, the taste of fine Irish whiskey fills me. He growls low, pushing me down to the left, his mouth brutal on mine. I fight to free my wrists, but his strength far outmatches mine. I thought he’d kissed me before.
Not like this.
There isn’t anything like this.
My mouth opens under his, and I take him in. Roughcallouses brush my ribcage, and I jerk, realizing my hands are free.
He caresses up my ribcage, a hard press, and cups my breast.
I murmur a protest into his mouth, and he pulls at my nipple. Not hard. Not gentle, either. I gasp and my body takes over, pressing against him. Right against his cock, which seems to be trying to escape the confines of his pants.
He moves to the other breast, and the tug this time holds more pain.
Enough to shoot lightning through me and wetness from my core.
His chuckle into my mouth is dark. Filling me, taking over, just like the rest of him.
He releases my throat, and I have a second of relief, until he tangles those long fingers in my hair and jerks my head back, his mouth unrelenting as he takes from me. But the heat he gives, oh God, it’s all encompassing. Everywhere.
He isn’t gentle as he scrapes down my abdomen and slips his fingers into my panties.
I jolt, but he kisses me harder, stealing any sound I might’ve made. Then he’s inside me. One finger. Two. Then three. Stretching me. The need inside me is so great I can’t breathe.
A horn echoes. Somewhere.
I jolt, remembering the driver.
I push against his chest, maybe, but I remain locked in place. One hand in my hair, the other inside me. Those three fingers begin to move, in and out, showing no mercy.
I pant, kissing him back, knowing I shouldn’t. But my body is moving against him, with him, like it has its own goal. I know what it is. Damn it.
“We’re getting close, boss,” the driver says.
A roaring fills my head, and I push harder against Justice.
