Page 48 of Nightmare’s Playground

Yeah. Oh. Her brother still might kill me, but I was beyond the point of caring anymore.

“Right.” I sighed. “But I need you to understand that the second we do this—if we do this—that’s it. It’s done. I’m not gonna be able to undo it.”

I twisted on the seat so I could see her face.

“So this is it, Sweets. Last chance to tell me to fuck off.”

Holding my breath, I watched her face while my words sank in. In the life we were both a part of, when a man claimed his woman, that was it. We’d be as good as married. Barbaric and archaic? Yeah, it was, but that was the life.

Joy looked at me for a long moment, then her face went soft. “I want this.” She laid her hand over mine on her thigh. “I want you.”

That was all I needed to hear.

Growling, I hooked my arm around her waist, hauled her off the bike into my lap, then slammed my lips on hers.

I kissed her long and hard and deep, pouring the relief I felt into it.

God, she was soft and perfect.

Joy clutched both fists in the front of my shirt as the air left her lungs, but she didn’t pull away, trusting me to take the lead. When I knew she couldn’t last another second, I yanked my mouth from hers and she gasped for air.

God, she was glorious.

“Fuck, baby.”

Fuck me to hell, the things I was going to do to her.

She made a little sound in the back of her throat that went straight to my dick.

Her eyes were half closed, and her chest heaved.

Fuck yes. It was exactly how I dreamed it. My baby was drunk on me, and I planned to keep her that way.

Rising to my feet with her still in my arms, I shifted her around until her boots hooked behind my back, then gave her ass a squeeze.

“Damn,” she panted. “That was hot.”

I smirked. She hadn’t seen nothin’ yet.

With her body wrapped around me, I pressed my mouth to hers and headed for the stairs.

When we reached her door, I pressed her against it, grinding my cock against her heat.

I was a man starving, and I needed her now.

“Keys,” she whined against my mouth.

Fuck.

Dropping her onto her feet, she dug into her purse and pulled out the keys.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my hands on her tits as she struggled with the door.

“Shit.”

Chuckling, I dipped my head and nibbled at her neck. She was fucking cute when she was flustered.

“You’re not helping.”