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“Like you shouldn’t have been walking in the snow? Maybe if you were a smart little girl, you would have stopped for the night? Would you like me to continue?”
She bristled, her entire face depicting vile and ugly thoughts while all I could think about was wondering how tight her little asshole was. She purposely closed the distance, glaring at me with so much venom it was all I could do not to burst out laughing. “Fine, Mr. Smokejumper, if that’s what you really are, then you’re right. I’m a long way from home and I just…” When she faltered, I cupped her jaw, digging my fingers into her skin. I didn’t blame her for not trusting a man standing in a towel, but I needed a drink and good night’s sleep, not a ferocious tiger standing over me in the middle of the night.
What I wasn’t expecting was her quick actions as she cracked her hand across my face. From there, everything happened in a split second as I snapped my fingers around her wrist, the hand the one that had been holding my towel in place. Then I shoved her against the wall, pressing my naked body against her half naked one. My reflexes were what I normally did when anyone dared to attack me.
I came out fighting.
“That wasn’t nice of you, little girl.”
“Yeah? Well, I never said I was a nice girl, especially around an ax murderer.” Wren wiggled, managing to slam her foot against the back of my knee. Then she pummeled her small fists against my chest, her lips full and pouting.
“So you like it rough, do you?”
Her eyes lit up with a fire I hadn’t seen in a long time. “If you think you have what it takes.”
She had no idea what she’d just done by opening Pandora’s Box.
“Be careful what you ask for, little girl.”
I pressed the full weight of my body against hers, pushing my fully erect cock into her stomach. And in those next few seconds, I knew I had a choice to make.
One. I could be a decent man and pull away, getting dressed and encouraging her to lie down and get some sleep.
Or two. I could do all the filthy things to her that were rolling around in my mind like wildfire.
Since I wasn’t a decent guy by anyone’s standards, I make the only choice a bad man like me could make given the circumstances.
I captured her mouth.
* * *
Wren
Holy smokes.
I was being kissed by the most gorgeous man on the face of the earth. No, he wasn’t just good looking. He was a model-on-the-cover-of-a-men’s-high-fashion-magazine only wearing a leather jacket kind of sinfully good looking. Even the ink covering a portion of his body was attractive. It also managed to hide several scars.
Phoenix.
The name rolled off my tongue. A Marine. Did that mean he was trustworthy?
I was flabbergasted and that wasn’t like me in the least. Granted, I shouldn’t have slapped the man who’d probably saved my life, but his brazen attitude and threat to punish me had gotten under my skin.
He wasn’t just a grumpy asshole either. He was an arrogant son of a bitch, just wrapped in the most incredible muscular layering. While he was older, likely in his late thirties, the age had turned him into a masterpiece.
I’d teased him, which wasn’t like me, but it had felt so damn good, as if I’d opened the floodgates of passion. He was rough and tumble, and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to let me go unscathed.
As he crushed his body against mine, there was no doubt what he had planned. Maybe he’d concocted the scheme when he was in the shower, or when he had picked me up in the snow. Whatever the case, I had to get away from him.
Only my body didn’t want to in the least. Now he smelled of soap and testosterone, the scent rushing straight to my pulsing core, the needy bitch already driving me crazy. When he’d grabbed my chin, pussy juice had trickled into my panties. Now I was breathless, my vision blurred from a crazy moment of desire and need furrowing inside of me. I’d never been so overwhelmed by the presence of a man, my sense rattled to the point I was more lightheaded than before.
I couldn’t control my reflexes or my inner bad girl and I wrapped one arm around his neck, tangling my fingers in his thick, dark curls, arching my back as he explored every centimeter inside my mouth. No man should taste this delicious, a hint of bourbon mixing with a tiny smidgen of peppermint.
My God, he was hard as a rock, his shaft throbbing, which matched the way my pussy was quivering, the scent of my desire wafting between us. This was crazy, ridiculous on so many levels. I didn’t know him. He could be married or have just escaped from a prison. He could have made up the story about being a smokejumper for all I knew. Then why save me? Because I was the first woman he’d come in contact with?
You’re thinking crazy thoughts. Stop it.
I couldn’t breathe as the moment of passion kicked up in intensity. He was so powerful and strong, visions of him carrying me to his vehicle popping into my mind. As a roar of electricity shot through me like a thunderbolt, I knew I could get lost in this moment. I moaned into the kiss as he dominated my tongue, his masculine scent filling me completely.
