Page 18 of Creed

“We can’t.” I almost wince because it’s not what I meant to say. Wecan’timplies that I would if Icouldand…I don’t think I would.

Fuck, would I?

My nipples harden as I remember the way he picked me up, the way he worked me with his fingers. I clear my throat. “I’m a deputy of this town, and you’re part of a motorcycle gang.”

His mouth twists. “We’re not a gang and you know that, even if you’re trying to convince yourself otherwise.”

My lips part to apologize, but he moves toward me, and I stand taller. There’s no room to run anywhere, and I’m only a step away from my car.

“Stay over there!”

He smirks, taking another step.

“Don’t,” I grit out.

Another step.

“Last warning.” This time my voice is barely above a whisper, no real force behind it.

Another step.

My heart beats louder with each of his steps closer. I drop my arms to push him away, gasping when his hand collars my throat.

He backs me into my car and leans into me, his whole hard body pressed against mine. His fingers flex on my neck, and I’m sure he can feel my thundering pulse under them.

“Going to do something about this, Officer?” he taunts, his hand tightening for a second before relaxing.

My lips tremble. “Deputy.”

“Deputy.” Creed draws out the word as if tasting it on his tongue. His mouth turns up in the corner. “You want to know what I think?”

No. I really don’t want to know.

Everything about him terrifies me, not in aI’m going to diesorta way, butI’m going to lose myselfin an entirely different way.

His thumb hooks my chin, pulling ‌it until my lips part. He leans closer and spits into my mouth. I flinch, but he pushes my jaw closed and stares into my eyes.

“Swallow.”

And because I’ve lost any thought of resistance, I do. The worst part is that heat pools in my belly, creating a throbbing between my legs.

Creed grins, one full of arrogance, and his eyes darken with arousal. “I think you want this. You want me…us and anything we could be. So you need me to be the bad guy, to push you into this. That’s okay, I’m not afraid to take what I want.”

I can’t breathe as his eyes drag down the length of me, his tongue rolling over his lip before our gazes lock again.

Creed’s face draws nearer, his lips brushing over my cheek before pressing a kiss to my temple. “And I bet you like it. Deep down.”

His finger slides down my shirt, playing with the buttons until he undoes the top and teases between my breasts, right above my tank top. “Right here you felt a small thrill while I stalked you through town. I bet the fear of getting caught makes your panties wet.”

I try to shake my head, but he clicks his tongue, shoving his knee between my legs and forcing me to widen my stance. He presses forward until his thigh rests against my center, and I’m thankful for the moisture-wicking shorts I have on because there’s no way he feels how wet I am.

“You don’t know me,” I whisper. It’s a weak defense, but thoughts are leaving my mind the more he rubs his thigh against me and uses his fingers to tease my breast.

A growl rumbles deep in his throat, barely audible. “I don’t, but I so desperately wish I did. I want to know it all.”

His words light the fire within me, and I turn my face toward him, seeking a kiss that he happily gives. Creed moans against my mouth, using his hand on my throat to tilt my head back so he can deepen it, our lips moving against each other as his tongue slips inside.

He squeezes my breast, and I wantonly rock my hips along his solid thigh, my panties soaking through as I try to chase the growing need tightening in my belly.