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Her focus snapped from his wet lips to the playful look in his eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. There was no way she was going to win this game with him. He cupped the bottom of the water glasses in one hand and grabbed her hand with his other, pulling her past the bar stool and out of the kitchen. “I thought we were going to sit at thebar?”
“I changed my mind.” When they reached the small living room, Grant set the glasses down on the coffee table and took a seat on one side of the small leather sofa, pulling her down to sit next to him. Before she could slide back and get comfortable, he reached down and carefully positioned her legs over his lap and pulled off her shoes. She cautiously relaxed against the armrest as he began masterfully massaging the arch of her foot. “Now, why were you beating the hell out of the poor, harmlessfruit?”
Because I can’t beat the hell out of you.Thalia released a frustrated breath and ran her fingers through her hair, resting her head in her hand as she propped her elbow on the armrest. “I’d rather talk aboutJauhar.”
“I see.” Grant’s hands paused as he watched her, those eagle eyes of his focused in on her expressions. “So it’s not Jauhar who has you all worked upnow.”
Thalia yanked her feet from his grasp and pushed up from the sofa, pacing to the other side of the room. “It’s everything. You, me, Jauhar. You say I can’t give up control to anyone, but that’s exactly what I’m doing! This plan of yours won’t work, Grant. It buys me time, but it doesn’t get me a second chance with Jauhar. How am I supposed to get him to meet with me face to face afterthis?”
“You don’t get a second chance with a man like Jauhar.” Thalia took a step back as Grant stood and stalked toward her. “Have you ever dealt with Jauhar? Do you know what heis?”
Her head shook as she watched his cautious approach. “He’s a killer. I know that,but—”
“I’m a killer, Thalia. You’ve killed two people since I’ve known you. I know they weren’t your first.” He stalked her as he spoke, the lethality in his voice playing havoc with her resolve. Her body hummed with anticipation as his hands slowly came up and framed her face. She was powerless against his touch. “Jauhar is a capitalist, fossa. Not a suit in a high-rise raking in millions, running a legitimate business. He capitalizes on depravity. He preys on the innocent to fulfill the desires of the wicked. Drugs, weapons, sex…child slavery. He does it all without a soul and there’s a reason he’s at the top of that game.” His eyes roamed her face, studying her carefully before they narrowed into an almost painful expression. “There is a stark difference between dangerous and evil, Thalia. I won’t let that kind of wickedness touch youagain.”
“Please don’t.” She turned her head away when he leaned in to kiss her. “Don’t say things likethat.”
“Why not? It’s the truth.” His breath rushed hot against her cheek and she fought against the urge to turn back tohim.
“It’s not true.” Her chest tightened, but not in panic. She swallowed against the ache in her throat and twisted from his grip, thankful he let her go. Turning away from him, her arms hugged her stomach in a lame attempt to keep the sob that was building in her throat from spilling out. “This is all that’s left of my life, Grant. I know I’m going to die doing this. I know this and…and you can’t take that away from me.” Her body betrayed her will and leaned back into his embrace as his strong arms folded around her, holding her gently against his chest. “You can’t keep making me want…more.”
It wasn’t a lie. Jauhar would never touch her. She would have more than this. She may not have it with him, but he would be damned if he would let her throw it away on Jauhar. She was wrong. He would take this away from her, but he could see that now was not the time to convince her to lethim.
He turned her in his arms and dipped his head to see her face. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep, fossa. I will keep you safe. Hey.” He tilted her chin when she tried to look away, forcing her to look at him. “I’m not taking this away from you, not yet, but you’re in way over your head and it’s time you stop fighting me on this. We’ve got one shot at Jauhar. That’s it. No second chances, no room for error. We screw this up and he’ll go so far underground it will be years before he comes up for air, and you’ll be looking over your shoulder for the rest of yourlife.”
“Why?” Her shoulders slumped as her head fell against his chest. “Why are you helpingme?”
He gathered her back into his arms, his lips caressing her hair. “Because I know about wanting more, fossa.” He kissed her forehead, her temple, trailing his lips down her cheek before nipping seductively at her chin. “Every day I’m with you I want more than I know I canhave.”
Intense, slow-burning heat filled his veins as she opened her mouth and his tongue slid against hers. This kiss was different than any they’d shared before. There was no urgency or frantic grappling; only a raw need to touch her, to taste her and know she was his. At least for now. The rest of the world melted away with her faint whimper of surrender and he scooped her into hisarms.
Incapable of depriving his mouth the pleasure of her taste, he stumbled his way to the bedroom, setting her on her feet next to the bed. His fingers trailed over her soft skin, along the sides of her neck, over her shoulders and down her arms until he felt the hem of her t-shirt at her waist. He released her lips only long enough to pull the material over her head, letting it fall to the floor at their feet as he cupped her face between his palms and captured them again, her taste so sweet and now as familiar as his own. Never in his life had he been so consumed by a woman. The need to feel her, to taste her on his lips and wrap himself in her scent incinerated every thought, every instinct he possessed until all that was left of him was an elemental flame; a staggering carnal hunger that burned deep in his bones for her. Only forher.
She reached for the buttons on his shirt. Unwilling to let her go, he bowed his shoulders to give her room to work them loose, a heavy wave of lust crashing against his control when her hands finally met his bared chest, his nipples hardening beneath her touch. The muscles in his stomach rippled as she raked her nails over his skin to the top button of his jeans, her fingers working too slowly before popping it loose and moving on to thenext.
He moved his hands from her beautiful face to fill them with her perfectly rounded breasts, her nipples stiffening deliciously against his palms, drawing out another whimper as her fingers fumbled with the last button on his jeans. At last she pushed them down his hips and freed his cock as he reached for the front of her shorts, his own fingers trembling as he made quick work of the single button and zipper, pushing them to thefloor.
His tongue chased hers as he lifted her into his arms, her long legs circling his waist as if they were made for that very thing. The soft globes of her bare ass filled his hands, and he ground her hot pussy against his cock, her arousal coating his shaft as he slipped repeatedly between her folds. Whimpers slipped into moans as the head of his dick, swollen and ready, passed over her clit with each stroke, and the need to bury himself deep inside her ripped up his spine with demandingintensity.
Turning, he lowered himself to the edge of the bed, his hands skimming her sides up to her neck until he could thread his fingers into her hair. He wanted to see her take control. He needed to watch as she lost that control and flew apart above him. His fingers tightened in her hair and he pulled her lips from his, her breath falling hot against his lips as she opened hereyes.
“Ride me, Thalia.” A sharp ache thrummed in his balls as he watched her silver eyes turn stormy gray. “Take me inside you.” She unhooked her legs and he pulled them towards the center of the bed. His cock bobbed with anticipation as she pushed herself to her knees, his tongue snaking out to circle her nipple before she pushed him down to the mattress and straddled hiships.
Completely wrecked, his fingers trembled as they slid over her belly and clenched into the flesh at her hips. Drunk on the sight of her wrapping her hand around his cock, he held his breath as she positioned herself above him. Every muscle in his body pulled tight as she slipped over his sensitive head, the heat of her inner muscles tightening around his shaft with each inch she took. “Holy—Fuckinghellthat feels good.” His last breath spilled out as a tortured groan.Sweat blistered over his skin as she finally seated herself to the hilt, rubbing her clit against his pelvic bone before she slowly pulled back up again. He watched as, inch by inch, his cock slid out and back in, over and over, as she rocked slowly againsthim.
He had to touch her. He loosened his grip on her hip and slid one hand between them. His thumb rolled over her clit as his fingers caressed the edge of her pussy where they joined. A raw, lustful groan rumbled past her lips as her hips canted and flexed against his hand, a rush of silk spilling over his fingers. He brought them to his mouth, licking her taste from one before bringing the other to her mouth and tracing her openlips.
“Taste yourself, fossa.” He watched as her tongue snaked out and ran along her bottom lip. “Taste what I taste when you come with my mouth on you.” His arms folded around her as she leaned down and invaded his mouth with her tongue, sharing even more of her flavor withhim.
Any restraint he possessed frayed beyond a few bare threads, and he rolled her beneath him. She cradled him between her thighs, her hips rocking into his as he took over their rhythm, sliding inside her deeper and deeper with each long stroke. It wasn’t enough. He would never get enough. Hooking his arm beneath her knee, he lifted her uninjured leg, gaining the angle he needed to feel the head of his cock tap against the end of herwomb.
“Ahhh!” Hot air rushed from her lungs as her back arched beneathhim.
“Open your eyes, Thalia.” He had to see her, to watch as he touched the place inside her that made her such an intricate part of him. This was more than hot, sweaty sex. Something inside him burned for her. Holy hell, he was falling hard for thiswoman.
Folding his forearms under her shoulders, he cradled her beneath him and watched as her eyes filled with the same passion that had suddenly gripped his soul. She felt it too. He could see it; this profound connection binding them together in a way he could never comprehend. On his next inward thrust he stilled, holding himself deep inside her as an overwhelming awareness washed over him. For the first time in his life he understood what it was to make love to a woman, to feel the essence of another being as it slipped inside you and cradled your aching soul. He never believed it was possible to feel this whole, this complete. Not him. Not like this. A lone tear fell from the corner of her eye and he dipped his head, tasting the salty offering as he sipped it from her temple. Unable to remain still he moved inside her, his hips rolling slowly against hers, giving himself entirely to her with each tender stroke. He wanted her to have this. To have him in a way no other womanhad.
His rhythm faltered as he felt the first subtle flutters of her climax ripple around him, sending a flash of electricity racing down his spine, straight to his balls. The blood in his veins sang with an edgy need as it rushed through his cock, the muscles in his arms and legs catching fire as he pumped into her harder and faster, each thrust pushing him closer and closer to the edge as he stared into her eyes. Her mouth opened on a silent scream, her inner walls tightening around him over and over, her nails sinking into the skin on his back as time after time he emptied himself, heart and soul, inside her. She would forever hold a part of him inside her. No matter where he went or how long he lived, a piece of him would always remain with her.Always.
