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Sure, he’s not an easy man to understand, but that’s also part of his appeal. The guarded face he puts on against the world makes me want to find out what he’s hiding. That fury that flashes in his eyes when he forgets to hide his emotions. That look of hurt that accompanies it sometimes, which is so slight that half the time I’m sure I’m imagining it. That gentleness I sense under that tough exterior of his. The way he planted himself between me and my ex as if he wanted to shield me from his gaze. All of it points to a man who’s intense and complex and has a heart so passionate, I can’t wait to get to know him better.
"Pull over," I burst out.
"Eh?" He shoots me a sideways glance.
"Pull over, Rick, right now."
He must see something on my face, for he flicks on his indicator and turns onto a side street before guiding the car to a stop on the side. "What are you—?"
The next second, I’ve unsnapped my seatbelt and straddled him.
"Goldie, you—"
I throw my arms about his neck and press my lips to his. He stays still, his lips unmoving. That is, until I bite his mouth.
A growl rumbles up his chest. He grabs my hips and fits me over the tent at his crotch, and his thickness stabs between my legs. A sharp lash of lust zings up my spine. I push my breasts into his chest and plaster myself to him, as close as his seatbelt will allow. I dig my fingers into the short hair at the base of his neck and tug. A shudder runs up his back.
He keeps one hand on my hip; with the other, he clamps his fingers around the nape of my neck, and it’s so primal, so possessive, that the fires under my skin that always seem to dance to his tune are igniting like sizzling fireworks. My belly clenches; my pussy begins to throb. That yawning emptiness gapes between my legs, and I grind down on him. His chest rises and falls, and he hauls me even closer. Our teeth clash. Our tongues tangle. He angles my head, then sucks on my tongue and I feel it all the way to my core.
I moan, and he answers with that deep throated growl that spikes my pulse and sends adrenaline racing through my blood stream. My heart is hammering so hard in my ribcage, all I can hear is the drumbeats emanating from my chest. I grind down on that thick ridge that’s grown even bigger in the last few seconds, and his thigh muscles shift under mine. I begin to rub myself up-down-up on that tented portion of his jeans, that’s when he tears his mouth from mine.
"Get yourself off." He glares into my eyes, and a shiver of anticipation, of such overwhelming lust, of so much want, spirals over me and threatens to engulf me.
I manage to keep my eyes on his, manage to hold onto his shoulder as I begin to rub that most sensitive part of myself against his thick ridge. My breasts swell, my nipples are so hard I wish he’d bite on them to alleviate the pain. He commands me with his gaze, and I’m enthralled. It’s so intimate, so raw, the orgasm bursts out from behind my pelvic bone and up my spine. I curve my back, open my mouth, and cry out as I shatter. That’s when a flashbulb goes off outside the window.
24
Rick
The flashbulb highlights the curve of her neck, the sharp edges of her cheekbones, and the helpless lust that sparks her eyes as she climaxes. Then, the shock cuts across her face and she turns to face out the window. So do I. Which is how the photographer snaps the second picture of the both of us—arms about each other, features flushed, anger on mine, surprise on hers.
"Oh my god," she gasps.
"Fucking hell, I’m going to get him." I lift her back onto her seat, then throw open my door and shove my legs out, but the seatbelt holds me back. "Bloody fuck!" I unsnap my belt, jump out, but by then, the paparazzi has turned and scampered across the street. I race after him, up the sidewalk, back to the main road. He runs across, and before I can follow him, the lights change. Traffic pours out in front of me. I curl my fingers into fists and watch as he hightails it up the sidewalk and out of sight.
"Rick, are you okay?" She grabs my arm, but I shake it off.
"I lost him."
"It’s best not to get into scraps with these guys."
"He took a photo of us."
"It’s okay."
"It’s not okay." I turn on her with such menace that she shrinks back. I see a flash of apprehension in her eyes and draw in a sharp breath.Don’t lose your temper. Not now, not when you’ve been doing so well.I squeeze the bridge of my nose. "He took a picture of you at your most vulnerable. I’m not going to let him get away with it."
"Leave it be. These things happen. You have to expect it now that you’re much more in the public eye."
"He took.Your.Picture. As you climaxed. It is not okay. No one can catch you in that unguarded moment but me. That was for my eyes only. For my delectation. For my appreciation. Formeto snapshot and hold in my mind’s eye so it fuels my dreams. It was forme.Onlyme."
She swallows.
"I will not let him publish that picture. This, I swear."
A flash of something like—lust— flares in her eyes, then she swallows. "Let it be, Rick. Don’t make it worse, please."
"I promise, I won’t."
