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Gravelcrunchesunderthetires as we pull up to a seemingly abandoned driveway. Branches scrape along the side of the van, betraying the fact that this property hasn’t been looked after in quite a few years—but that’s the point. Our pack, too, has a number of safehouses across the country, and they all look like this—remote enough that no one should be able to find it easily, and unkempt enough to make it seem like no one has lived there in years. We drive along the gravel until the headlights illuminate a small, dilapidated cabin. The wooden siding is falling off in patches, and ivy climbs along the sides as though the building is slowly being swallowed back into nature. Arsenio continues around to the back of the cabin, the lights shining off of the dirt encrusted windows with tattered checkered drapes covering them. He puts the car in park, hidden behind the cabin, and turns off the engine, letting the constant calming rumble die out as he turns off the lights. Silence presses in on me as my vision adjusts to the sudden darkness, only the pale moonlight filtering in through the windows illuminating the van’s interior.
“Are you—?” I ask as Arsenio pulls out his phone, his thumbs flying over the screen. My question cuts off though, as a loud metallic clang echoes through the trees from the front of the cabin.
“I put the gate up for extra security,” Arsenio explains, taking off his seatbelt. Before I know what’s happening, he’s climbing over the center console and into the backseat with me. A flurry of emotions crosses over his expression as he sits beside me, arms wrapping around my waist to tug me closer—fear, anger, lust, astonishment, and admiration. Warmth bursts in my chest at what I see there, and I lean into him, tipping my chin up to look at the inferno blazing in his eyes.
I was ready for a fight, I was ready to have to defend myself and my abilities, but I can already tell I won’t have to, not with Arsenio.
“I was so fucking scared for you, Sky.” Arsenio’s throat bobs as he moistens his lips. I’m instantly drawn to the movement, and tingles of desire shoot straight to my core. I want his lips on mine, devouring me, learning every curve of my mouth with his. “I wanted to rip you back inside and keep you safe, but you owned it, and it was fucking hot as hell.”
A grin spreads on his lips, and I can’t help but mirror the expression. His smile is absolutely contagious. Excitement buzzes within me, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins only heightening it.
“You’re one to talk,” I breathe, inching closer and letting my bottom lips graze his, teasing him with the slightest touch before I move back a fraction of an inch. “You set up those charges and took control of getting us out of there and setting off the explosives. That was so fucking sexy.”
“Firecracker,” he moans, his eyes flickering shut as a rumble emanates from his chest. “You scared me so much, but watching you take out those cars had me hard as a rock. It took everything in me not to pull the car over and fuck you right on this back seat.”
“What’s stopping you now?” I purr, grinning as his eyes light up at the challenge.
“Absolutely nothing,” he says as his lips capture mine in a searing kiss.
He pulls me onto his lap, his hands immediately running up under my hoodie and caressing up my spine. Waves of desire follow his touch, and I adjust my legs to straddle him, already feeling him hard beneath me.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Arsenio groans, and I grind against him, coaxing a hiss of pleasure from his lips.
“Let me guess, ever since our eyes locked at my bar—” I barely get the words out before his lips consume mine again.
“I guess you do know then.” He chuckles. His hands grip my hips, and he grinds up, rubbing his hard bulge against me. I moan as he hits my clit, but there are far too many pieces of clothing separating us right now. I need to feel him, all of him.
We both seem to have the same idea, since Arsenio’s fingers play with the edge of my waistband, lowering them to expose my bare ass. He grips my soft skin and squeezes the sensitive flesh, drawing a low moan from my lips. Waves of pleasure wash over me as his tongue tangles with mine, and I roll my hips against him, but it’s still not enough.
“I need to taste you, firecracker,” he groans, and pulls his mouth from mine. A whimper of protest escapes, and I nearly pull him back to me before his words register.
“If these pants aren’t off me in five seconds—”
He doesn’t even let me finish my threat before he grips my hips and lifts me off of him. A protest forms on my lips as he places me down beside him, but it quickly vanishes as he turns to me and shifts to kneel on the seat, already reaching for my waistband.
“You were saying?” Arsenio grins, a mischievous glint in his gaze as he pulls down the sweatpants. I help him, hating the scrape of the cotton against my heated skin, and pull my legs free, my arms already pulling the hoodie up and over my head.
I expect the rough glide of his palms against my skin as I throw the hoodie to the ground, but when I look back at him, his heated gaze is drinking me in, roving over every inch of my bare skin as though he’s memorizing every curve, every scar.
“You’re gorgeous,” he breathes, swallowing thickly as his eyes finally meet mine. That heat and hunger are definitely still there, but there’s something more, like adoration and devotion. He writes a million promises in stone with that look, and I know there’s so much more to this than just lust and desire. This is our souls coming together. Two pieces in this complicated puzzle called life, finally finding their perfect match.
“So are you,” I say, my voice breathy as I gaze back at him, taking in every detail of his chiseled chest, muscular arms, and handsome face.
He leans over me, his mouth descending on mine in a toe curling kiss, his pecs skimming against my breasts, sending flames of desire licking up my spine. I caress his cheek with one hand while rubbing the other over his shoulder, memorizing the way his coarse facial hair feels beneath my fingers and how his muscles bunch and relax under my touch.
His tongue weaves with mine, devouring me thoroughly before he kisses along my jaw and down my neck. A hiss of pleasure escapes, and I lean into his touch while his rough palms explore every inch of my skin.
He sucks on the sensitive skin of my throat and moves to my collarbone, trailing kisses all the way down to my chest. I suck in a sharp breath as he reaches the edge of my breast, my core already clenching in anticipation for the moment his lips close around my nipple. I roll my hips, wishing that there was some sort of friction down there to satisfy the aching need as waves of desire wash over me. His fingers roll the other nipple in time with his mouth, coaxing moans of pleasure from my lips with each sensual touch.
“I was trying to take my time, but you really aren’t making this easy with those delicious sounds you’re making,” he groans, rolling my nipple to draw another needy whimper. “You’re so perfect.”
“Don’t take your time then,” I gasp, needing him to continue lower. I roll my hips again, muttering a curse beneath my breath at the thick sweatpants he still has on.
A growl of frustration escapes him, his eyes sparking with barely caged hunger as he inches towards my stomach. Every touch feels incredible on my heated skin, but it only drives my desire higher, making me need him even more.
“Please, Arsenio,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound, not when I need his lips and tongue even lower.
“Please, what?” He chuckles, pausing by my hips. “You want me to taste you, to make your legs quiver as I make you come harder than you ever have before?”
