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Michael
Heat, sweetness. The taste of her, like strawberries and sunshine, punches me in the gut. My head spins. I need her, want her. I pull her up until she crashes into my chest, her body twisted against mine. I slide my leg, between hers, apply pressure until her body curves further.
Bend for me, Beauty. Break for me. Open.I swipe my tongue across the seam of her lips and her mouth parts further. I swoop in, because…that’s my second nature. I take what I want. Use weakness to my advantage. Rush in to consolidate my position when I have the upper hand. I flatten my palm over the flatness of her belly, graze my fingers over the core of her. She moans low in her throat, the sound so soft I’d have missed it, except I’ve plastered her to me. Her every breath, her every inhale, the trembling that sweeps up her spine… It’s mine. I tilt my head, deepen the kiss even further. Thrust my tongue inside the honeyed spring of her mouth and drink from her. Suck on her tongue and a whine bleeds from her. I swallow it. Bring my fingers up to cup her breast and she arches her spine. Pushes her flesh into the hollow of my palm. I pinch her nipple and her entire body bucks. Against me. Into me. Her hair slaps against my chin, coils around my neck, binding me to her, tugging at me, connecting us…No.I tear my lips from her mouth and she tips up her chin, reaches up, seeking my touch, my essence, what only I can give her.
"Beauty?" I clear my throat.
She peers at me from between the fringe of her eyelashes, pupils blown from the pleasure I’d drawn from her. She blinks; her lips part, swollen from my ministrations.
"Wanna shag?" I allow my lips to curl in a smirk. Rake my gaze down her flushed cheeks, her heaving chest. "You’re a bit on the heavy side for me, but you’ll do for a quickie."
Her cheeks redden; a spark lights in her eyes.There, you are.
"Fuck you."
"If you insist."
She pulls away from me, and I loosen my grip. Not that she’s going anywhere, considering we were trapped here in the confines of this car for a little while longer. Why the hell did I crawl in here with her? A temporary loss of sanity, that’s what it was. I’d heard her beat her fists against the car and…knew it would attract attention. Didn’t want that. Couldn’t bring her up front so… I’d done the logical thing. I’d climbed in.
"Get away from me, you obnoxious jerk."
"I’m sure you’re aware that’s not possible, considering." I jerk my chin towards the space around us.
"And who’s fault is that?"
"Yours."
"What?"
"If you hadn’t quoted Byron, you wouldn’t be here."
"Yeah, I would be dead." She glowers.
"Right on your first guess." I nod. "Impressive you recognized that."
"So, what’s your plan?"
"Plan?" I frown.
"You know, the hell are you thinking, transporting me to God knows where? Why didn’t you kill me like you should have?"
"I’m the one asking the questions,piccolina."
"Your Italian insults suck, you know that?"
I blow out a breath. "You English think a word in any other language is an insult."
"Wasn’t it."
"Nope."
"Then?"
"It doesn’t matter."
"What about what you called me earlier?"
