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Power, lust, and a desperate need for Taz—and only Taz—rushed through her. This was her man and she was going to have him. She pushed the waistband down so it barely covered her mound. "Are you trying to scare me off?"
"Yes."
"It won't work." She shoved the shorts all the way down, then went to work on the buttons on his tuxedo shirt. "I don't scare easily."
"It's one of the things I like best about you."
"What else do you like?"
"Oh, I like this." He traced a finger around her puckered nipple. "And I like this." He brushed the back of his fingers up her inner thigh, coming close but not quite touching where she needed him to. "But mostly, I like this..." He pressed his lips right above her breast to the place where her heart beat hard against her ribs. "Because it shows the kind of person you really are.”
Under his light touch, her heart hammered against her chest as a battalion of butterflies made kamikaze runs in her belly. "You shouldn't say things like that."
"Why?"
"It sorta ruins the whole badass-who-doesn't-care-about-anyone-else image you've got going." And it makes my heart fall right through the floor.
"Oh, trust me, Kitten." He flicked his tongue across her nipple, giving her just enough of a touch to make her crave more. "The badass part isn't just an image."
Barely holding on to her own control, she hooked a finger under his chin and tilted his head upward so she could look him in the eyes when sh
e delivered her challenge. "Prove it."
Heat radiated between them, but not like at the Bisu. That had been drugged passion...attraction...lust... There were a thousand different names for it. This was different. It squeezed her tight and expanded at the same time, making it hard to breathe because it took up so much space.
Want, need, and something more darkened his green eyes with such intensity that she should have turned to ash under his gaze. Feather-light, he trailed his fingers down the side of her ribs, past the small of her waist and to the curve of her hip. The rest of her body disappeared. The only thing she could feel was the burning desire he left in his wake.
* * * *
"I was wrong," Taz whispered against her soft skin as he tried to process what in the hell was going on with him. "It's not me that's dangerous, it's you."
It wasn't the last remnants of the drugs talking. This was all him. All her. All them.
Standing, he scooped her up in his arms and rotated her curvy body so she could wrap her legs around his middle. The move brought her naked body right in line with his hard cock and she undulated against him. She felt so good in his arms, the way her ass filled his hands and the press of her full tits against his chest—as though she belonged here like this with him. Her hips twitched, rubbing her hot pussy against him.
"Kitten, you keep on like that and there's no way we're going to make it to my bed."
She laughed and moved against him again. "Who needs a bed?"
She nipped at the base of his neck, sucking the tender skin into her hot mouth and giving him all sorts of ideas about what else she could be doing with those pretty pink lips of hers. Without giving her time to react, he strode across the loft to his unwalled bedroom and dropped her unceremoniously on the black comforter.
She landed on her back, her luscious tits bouncing from the fall and her long, wavy brown hair landing around her, framing her beautiful face—both of which made his mouth go dry. She was impulsive where he was controlled. She wanted to save the world when all he wanted to do was make it leave him alone. Bianca Sutherland might just take his entire world order and scatter it like a tornado through a trailer park, but he wasn't about to stop her.
"Are you planning on only watching again?" Batting her eyelashes, she dragged one finger through the deep V of her cleavage. "That was fun but I don't only want to look this time. I want to touch. I want to taste. I want to feel you deep inside of me."
His cock strained against his zipper, doing its damnedest to break free and point the way toward exactly where it wanted to go—straight home to the warmest heaven between her lean thighs. He shrugged off his shirt and dropped his hands to the button on his pants. Her eyes went wide and she sucked in a deep breath that pushed her tits out.
"Don't you worry. I'm going to be balls deep in you and filling you until you scream my name as you come all over my cock, but not quite yet. I want to taste what I only got to look at before."
Leaning down, he pushed her legs apart, giving him a closeup view of her glistening wet pussy. With deliberate slowness, he trailed a finger from the inside of her calf to the middle of her inner thigh. "Don't you dare move."
"You're so bossy."
"My bed, my rules." He freed the button of his tuxedo pants and pushed them down along with his boxer briefs, so that he stood naked before her, pre-come already wetting the tip of his rigid dick. Wrapping his fingers around his thickness, he stroked up and down while staring at her plump, wet pussy. "Rule number one, you always come first."
Her thighs quivered. He released his cock and kneeled before her, wrapped his hands around her legs and then yanked her closer to the edge of the bed so her ass half hung off the mattress. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall." He cupped her perfect butt. Her cheeks fit perfectly in his hands. "Now open for me."
Dropping to his knees at the end of the bed, he watched as she showed him every hidden inch of herself. He kissed a path from her knee to the edge of the thin line of tight brown curls at her core, crossed over her center with his mouth close enough that his breath made her curls dance, and then followed the opposite trail up her other leg. Lifting her butt higher as he leaned forward, Taz finally found himself right where he wanted to be.
