another kiss. Anything he wanted, she’d give him, as long as he took the terrible ache away.
Sean growled low against her lips and took her mouth more aggressively this time, though he continued to tease her with those sinful caresses of his tongue that turned her liquid in his arms. She’d never been kissed like this, like she was the most desirable woman on earth and he wanted to keep doing it all night. If he took that same approach while they were actually having sex, she didn’t know if she’d survive it. It had been so long and he made her forget all her inhibitions, all her fears about enjoying the pleasure her body craved.
She was ready to climb his body to find some relief when he tore his mouth away and buried his face into the curve of her throat. They were both panting. He released her hair and slid his arms around her back for a tight hug, then eased away and pressed her into the open doorway. “Get in.”
Still drunk on him, she did as he said, scooping up her purse and plaque from the ground. She fumbled for her seatbelt when he closed her door and came around to slide behind the wheel. She drank in the sight of his profile, hardly able to believe she was going to have him naked and all over her the moment they got to her place.
He shook his head as he steered through the parking lot, the muscles in his jaw clenching. “If you keep looking at me like that I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait until I get you home to peel that dress off you and make you come against my tongue.”
Zahra sucked in a breath and pressed her thighs together, desire slicing through her so deep she felt dizzy. The swollen bundle of nerves at the top of her sex throbbed as images of his dark head between her legs flitted through her brain. Her skin was hypersensitive all over, her silky dress and underwear suddenly chafing her skin. For one crazy moment she contemplated stripping naked for him right there in the front seat to see what he’d do, then thought better of it. She wanted to savor every moment of what was coming, in the privacy of her own bed.
To distract them both she reached out and switched on the stereo. Eddie Van Halen’s guitar riffs filled the air and the knife-sharp tension in the vehicle dissipated. She kept her hands folded in her lap, not wanting to distract him as he drove, knowing he was keeping an eye out in case anyone was trying to follow them. She looked over at him in surprise when he took her left hand in his and set it atop the console separating their seats. Smiling to herself, she relished the simple gesture and the gentle stroke of his thumb. The anticipation added an edgy sort of sweetness to the whole thing. Having to wait would only make it better once it finally happened and she could hardly bear it.
They didn’t speak, only Sean’s beloved Van Halen breaking the silence for them as he drove toward her place. She was so focused on the fantasy images of the two of them naked in her bed, savoring the little caresses he bestowed on the back of her hand, that she didn’t notice the change in him at first. Realizing that he’d just taken a third turn in a row and his thumb had stopped moving, she glanced at him. Immediately she noted the change in his posture, the stillness of him as he focused on something in the rear view mirror.
Suddenly chilled, Zahra tightened her fingers around his. “What’s wrong?” She knew something was wrong and the first flutters of fear curled in her belly.
A muscle twitched in his lean jaw and his hand shot out to kill the radio, plunging them into immediate, jarring silence. “We’re being followed,” he said, and pressed harder on the accelerator, speeding along the darkened, almost deserted road.
Chapter Eight
Sean had noticed the silver Ford pickup behind them about a mile from the hotel. After watching it stay in the rearview mirror on the highway, he’d taken an exit and turned onto a side street to see if they had a shadow.
Since
Sean growled low against her lips and took her mouth more aggressively this time, though he continued to tease her with those sinful caresses of his tongue that turned her liquid in his arms. She’d never been kissed like this, like she was the most desirable woman on earth and he wanted to keep doing it all night. If he took that same approach while they were actually having sex, she didn’t know if she’d survive it. It had been so long and he made her forget all her inhibitions, all her fears about enjoying the pleasure her body craved.
She was ready to climb his body to find some relief when he tore his mouth away and buried his face into the curve of her throat. They were both panting. He released her hair and slid his arms around her back for a tight hug, then eased away and pressed her into the open doorway. “Get in.”
Still drunk on him, she did as he said, scooping up her purse and plaque from the ground. She fumbled for her seatbelt when he closed her door and came around to slide behind the wheel. She drank in the sight of his profile, hardly able to believe she was going to have him naked and all over her the moment they got to her place.
He shook his head as he steered through the parking lot, the muscles in his jaw clenching. “If you keep looking at me like that I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait until I get you home to peel that dress off you and make you come against my tongue.”
Zahra sucked in a breath and pressed her thighs together, desire slicing through her so deep she felt dizzy. The swollen bundle of nerves at the top of her sex throbbed as images of his dark head between her legs flitted through her brain. Her skin was hypersensitive all over, her silky dress and underwear suddenly chafing her skin. For one crazy moment she contemplated stripping naked for him right there in the front seat to see what he’d do, then thought better of it. She wanted to savor every moment of what was coming, in the privacy of her own bed.
To distract them both she reached out and switched on the stereo. Eddie Van Halen’s guitar riffs filled the air and the knife-sharp tension in the vehicle dissipated. She kept her hands folded in her lap, not wanting to distract him as he drove, knowing he was keeping an eye out in case anyone was trying to follow them. She looked over at him in surprise when he took her left hand in his and set it atop the console separating their seats. Smiling to herself, she relished the simple gesture and the gentle stroke of his thumb. The anticipation added an edgy sort of sweetness to the whole thing. Having to wait would only make it better once it finally happened and she could hardly bear it.
They didn’t speak, only Sean’s beloved Van Halen breaking the silence for them as he drove toward her place. She was so focused on the fantasy images of the two of them naked in her bed, savoring the little caresses he bestowed on the back of her hand, that she didn’t notice the change in him at first. Realizing that he’d just taken a third turn in a row and his thumb had stopped moving, she glanced at him. Immediately she noted the change in his posture, the stillness of him as he focused on something in the rear view mirror.
Suddenly chilled, Zahra tightened her fingers around his. “What’s wrong?” She knew something was wrong and the first flutters of fear curled in her belly.
A muscle twitched in his lean jaw and his hand shot out to kill the radio, plunging them into immediate, jarring silence. “We’re being followed,” he said, and pressed harder on the accelerator, speeding along the darkened, almost deserted road.
Chapter Eight
Sean had noticed the silver Ford pickup behind them about a mile from the hotel. After watching it stay in the rearview mirror on the highway, he’d taken an exit and turned onto a side street to see if they had a shadow.
Since
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