She tasted like nectar and his head swam with it, delirious and disoriented like a first time drunk.
He lifted his head slowly, trying to right himself, trying to remember how to think. Breathing deeply, he listened to the deafening beat that was not the music but just his heart and looked into her eyes.
Just like that, he was lost.
The amber was hazy, lids heavy and lashes a sultry sweep. The hunger he’d been keeping on a thread-thin leash broke free. Lowering his head, he kissed her again, hard, hot, and demanding, devouring her. He curled his arm around her shoulders and slipped his other hand over her hip, pulling her closer. Her hands lifted but didn’t push him away. One hand fisted in his shirt and the other tightened around his bicep, fingers kneading his muscles with an urgency that nearly made him explode.
He needed her closer. He needed to be inside her. Taking possession of her sweet mouth wasn’t enough. He couldn’t get deep enough. Her slick tongue and sharp little teeth were driving him wild, but it was her moan that pushed him over the edge. He started to drag her onto his lap, to straddle him so he could thrust inside her, but something hard slapped him on the shoulder and a deep voice boomed, “Hey!”
Stryker whipped his head around, snarling with very real, very savage fury at the interruption. The bodyguard straightened away but didn’t retreat, meeting his rage with a flat, impersonal stare. That was when Stryker remembered where the hell he was. And why.
Holy shit.
Straightening slowly, he gave the man a grim nod and released Sukeza. She sat up, blinking with dazed incomprehension from him to the bodyguard. Pointing to the passageway, he gave her a little nudge to get her moving. With the privacy screen down the music was back full force, a blast of sound that pressed on his eardrums and prevented conversation. He hadn’t noticed the dropped screen or the music. He hadn’t sensed anyone watching, hadn’t even remembered where they were.
Kessu,
one kiss and she’d completely blasted his mind away.
She moved slowly and he followed, registering the tremors in his body and the deep, grinding ache in his groin. The worst part was, even knowing where they were, if the bodyguard reset the screen and walked away Stryker knew he’d be pressing her down onto the seat, stripping her bare, and burying himself balls deep in her sweet body. He shuddered, trying desperately to block that image.
Impossible.
He’d never lost control like this in his life, not even when he was a teenager. Control was all he had. But nothing had ever mattered this much. Nothing had ever made him feel this raw, this lost. And it had only been a single damned
kiss.
Sukeza stood and swayed. Stryker rose swiftly, steadying her on one side while the bodyguard caught her arm on the other side. Clenching his jaw against the urge to beat the guy bloody for touching her, he gave the guard a stiff nod instead.
The man nodded in return, releasing Sukeza and stepping back to wave them down the passageway. “Bella’s waiting,” he hollered.
Stryker nodded again but didn’t move. Glancing down at Sukeza, he assessed her condition. She seemed steady on her feet now, but there was still a dazed look in her eyes, a blankness to her features that was unusual. She waved a distracted hand and said, “I’m okay,” her voice swallowed by the music, but he read the words clearly enough on her lips.
He ushered her down the passageway, wincing a little at the constricting rub of his clothes when he followed her. It wasn’t easy to walk with a hard-on like a steel rod in his pants. He shook his head again in despair. One damned kiss.
Sukeza walked up the stairs, a feat she was rather proud of. She was extremely surprised she could walk at all, considering the fact that she couldn’t feel her legs. Or, well, she could sense them, but they seemed too distant and weak to actually respond to her brain’s commands. The
He lifted his head slowly, trying to right himself, trying to remember how to think. Breathing deeply, he listened to the deafening beat that was not the music but just his heart and looked into her eyes.
Just like that, he was lost.
The amber was hazy, lids heavy and lashes a sultry sweep. The hunger he’d been keeping on a thread-thin leash broke free. Lowering his head, he kissed her again, hard, hot, and demanding, devouring her. He curled his arm around her shoulders and slipped his other hand over her hip, pulling her closer. Her hands lifted but didn’t push him away. One hand fisted in his shirt and the other tightened around his bicep, fingers kneading his muscles with an urgency that nearly made him explode.
He needed her closer. He needed to be inside her. Taking possession of her sweet mouth wasn’t enough. He couldn’t get deep enough. Her slick tongue and sharp little teeth were driving him wild, but it was her moan that pushed him over the edge. He started to drag her onto his lap, to straddle him so he could thrust inside her, but something hard slapped him on the shoulder and a deep voice boomed, “Hey!”
Stryker whipped his head around, snarling with very real, very savage fury at the interruption. The bodyguard straightened away but didn’t retreat, meeting his rage with a flat, impersonal stare. That was when Stryker remembered where the hell he was. And why.
Holy shit.
Straightening slowly, he gave the man a grim nod and released Sukeza. She sat up, blinking with dazed incomprehension from him to the bodyguard. Pointing to the passageway, he gave her a little nudge to get her moving. With the privacy screen down the music was back full force, a blast of sound that pressed on his eardrums and prevented conversation. He hadn’t noticed the dropped screen or the music. He hadn’t sensed anyone watching, hadn’t even remembered where they were.
Kessu,
one kiss and she’d completely blasted his mind away.
She moved slowly and he followed, registering the tremors in his body and the deep, grinding ache in his groin. The worst part was, even knowing where they were, if the bodyguard reset the screen and walked away Stryker knew he’d be pressing her down onto the seat, stripping her bare, and burying himself balls deep in her sweet body. He shuddered, trying desperately to block that image.
Impossible.
He’d never lost control like this in his life, not even when he was a teenager. Control was all he had. But nothing had ever mattered this much. Nothing had ever made him feel this raw, this lost. And it had only been a single damned
kiss.
Sukeza stood and swayed. Stryker rose swiftly, steadying her on one side while the bodyguard caught her arm on the other side. Clenching his jaw against the urge to beat the guy bloody for touching her, he gave the guard a stiff nod instead.
The man nodded in return, releasing Sukeza and stepping back to wave them down the passageway. “Bella’s waiting,” he hollered.
Stryker nodded again but didn’t move. Glancing down at Sukeza, he assessed her condition. She seemed steady on her feet now, but there was still a dazed look in her eyes, a blankness to her features that was unusual. She waved a distracted hand and said, “I’m okay,” her voice swallowed by the music, but he read the words clearly enough on her lips.
He ushered her down the passageway, wincing a little at the constricting rub of his clothes when he followed her. It wasn’t easy to walk with a hard-on like a steel rod in his pants. He shook his head again in despair. One damned kiss.
Sukeza walked up the stairs, a feat she was rather proud of. She was extremely surprised she could walk at all, considering the fact that she couldn’t feel her legs. Or, well, she could sense them, but they seemed too distant and weak to actually respond to her brain’s commands. The
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