His to Take (Wicked Lovers #9)(34)
Author: Shayla Black

“No!” She managed to look indignant, but her cheeks had gone rosy. The pulse at her neck was pounding. Her nipples poked at her borrowed shirt angrily.

He put his hands on his hips. If she looked down, she’d see his straining zipper. “Do you still think I’m lying?”

“I’m done with this conversation.”

“If you’re telling yourself you don’t want me at all, then you’re the one lying.”

“Pfft. You might know facts about me on paper, but you don’t know me.”

“So if I touched your pussy right now, you wouldn’t be wet?”

He’d always liked a good challenge. It was probably one of the reasons he loved his job. But facing off with her this way made his blood sing, too.

“No.” She shook her head a bit too emphatically. “And you’re not touching me to find out. Leave me alone.”

“You’re worried that I’d find you juicy. You’re afraid to admit that I turn you on.” He stalked closer, his footfalls heavy, his eyes narrowing in on her.

“Stay back,” she warned—but her eyes said something else entirely.

“Tell me you’re not attracted to me.” He reached out, his strike fast as a snake’s, and gripped her arms. He dragged her closer, fitting her lithe little body against him and holding in a groan when she brushed over his cock. “Tell me you want me to stop. Remember, you don’t like liars. I don’t, either.”

She didn’t say a word, struggled a bit for show. Mostly, she parted her lips and panted. Her cheeks heated an even deeper rose. Her chest heaved. Never once did she look away from him. “I’m involved with someone else.”

“If you think whatever you’ve got going with Blane is going to stop me . . .” He didn’t bother to finish his sentence; he just laughed.

“So you’re not listening to me say ‘no’? You’re not respecting my feelings for another guy?”

“Let’s just say I’m proving my sincerity to you.” He tightened his grip. When she gasped and her stare fell to his lips, triumph raced through his veins. “I’m also testing you. That pretty mouth of yours might lie to me, but your kisses won’t.”

Joaquin didn’t give her a chance to protest again. Normally, he would have. Women 101 was never to proceed without express consent, but this thick air of tension electrifying his blood and seizing his lungs was something entirely new and intoxicating. Their fight seemed to be helping Bailey forget her shock and sadness, not to mention the fact that it revved her, too. She wasn’t immune to him—not by a long shot. Thank fuck.

Thrusting a fist in her hair, he pinned her in place and lowered his head. His mouth crashed over hers. The collision impacted his entire system, like a bomb detonating inside him, like a battering ram flattening his inhibitions. As he groaned into the kiss, he couldn’t stop himself from shoving her against the nearest wall, forcing her lips apart, and thrusting his way deep.

Bailey didn’t fight him at all. In fact, she threw her arms around his neck and opened to him, drawing him in and kissing him as if she might disintegrate without his touch. One of her legs wrapped around his hip.

In his book, her response was a screaming “hell yes.” And it supercharged his need with the potency of rocket fuel.

Joaquin dragged in a harsh breath, then sank even more into the tangle of lips. He curled his arms around her and lifted her up, pressing her body harder into the wall and taking handfuls of her ass into his palms.

Jesus, he was going up in flames. How long would it take him to get her naked and screaming his name? As she whimpered and grabbed his face to kiss him even harder, he hoped it wouldn’t be more than thirty seconds. Otherwise, he would spontaneously combust.

The kiss had no end. He could breathe inside her. He could feel on top of her. Every time her heart beat, every time she took a breath, every time she grabbed him a little tighter, it felt right. Yeah, she wanted this as much as he did. Each cell in his body celebrated.

As he captured her against him and turned for the bed, he changed the angle of their kiss, sucked in a desperate gulp of air, and smelled her arousal in the room. God, she was sweetly pungent, potent. He wanted her right fucking now.

He bent, and her back hit the mattress. As Joaquin climbed between her thighs, he covered her slender body with his own and trapped her mouth under his again. She wrapped her legs even tighter around him and lifted her cunt right against his aching erection.

With a grunt, he gripped one hip and did his level best to forge them together. Damn it, he had to get their clothes off, had to bury himself as deep inside her as he could, but he didn’t want to leave her mouth long enough to undress.