Page 29 of Hard Pursuit
And still—
That was exactly where this was going.
He pushed the cracked door open with a fingertip.
When he stepped inside, she was already waiting for him.
Not sitting on the edge of the bed looking nervous. Not curled up pretending to sleep.
She was standing, as if she’d been listening for him.
The door shut behind him with a quiet click, the sound like an electric charge before a crack of lightning.
She darted her tongue over her full bottom lip, and that only made his cock throb more.
He dragged his gaze over her. The red sweater clung to her curves, soft and warm-looking. But he’d been thinking about that sweater so damn much, he knew it was way more than a sweater.
It moved with her. Clung to her small breasts. And made his fingers twitch to find out what was under it.
He shouldn’t be here.
“You should sleep.” His voice sounded like metal grating over a rock face.
She tipped her head, causing her warm brown hair to tumble over her shoulder. “Is that what you want?”
Hewantedto wrap her hair around his fist and drag her mouth to his. Hewantedto explore every inch of her body with his lips and tongue and suck on her nipples and her hot pussy until she screamed his name.
No, he didn’t want her to go to sleep. Not even close.
He took a step forward, giving her time to back away.
She didn’t.
Standing inches apart, they just stared at each other for so many heartbeats he lost count.
He brought his hand up and brushed his fingertips over her jaw. Just a light touch, but he caught the change in her breathing and the way her body leaned into his touch.
“Jolie.” Her name came out like a rough warning.
She stepped closer.
And that was it.
He slid his hand into her hair, pulled her in and took her mouth.
Their lips crashed together, all the restraint he’d been holding back breaking loose. He gathered her closer, dragging her hips in to bump his as he inhaled her intoxicating scent.
She melted into him, planting her hands on his chest and twisting the fabric before sliding higher to lock around his neck.
He angled his head and plunged his tongue between her lips. On a gasp, she parted for him, her body wound so damn tight he felt like one touch and she’d explode.
He banded an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him. The heat of her sank through their layers of clothes to make his cock pound. Their tongues tangled in a rush of desire that spiraled on for countless minutes.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tugged her head back and devoured her. Small noises broke from her lips, and he swallowed those too.
He deepened the kiss, dragging it out, learning the way she tasted, felt and moved. She burrowed her fingers into his hair and twisted, a low, breathless noise escaping her.
The sound cut through his haze of lust and he forced himself to slow.
