Without a word, he crowded her into the side alley and against the building’s wall. She allowed it without protest. Shadows swallowed her as he meshed his body into hers, lips swooping down, hot, so hot.
At first contact, she gasped his name. Her arms slid up his chest and wound around his neck. Their tongues thrust together, rolled, desperate to appease the addiction they’d been denied the last week.
Her feminine flavor filled his mouth, fired his arousal another degree. He cupped one of her br**sts and realized she wore a padded bra, so delved under the scooped neck of her dress to touch actual flesh. Instantly her nipple hardened against his palm.
He hissed at the sharp, decadent agony. “Fuck.”
“Yes, please.” Her knee hooked around his waist, drawing him deeper into the sweet cradle presented. Her fingers tangled in his hair, nails scouring his scalp.
Over and over his tongue plundered. He could not get enough of her. More. He had to have more. Had been starving for this, for her, and now wanted to gorge.
“Did he touch you?” he growled, only when he had to pull back to breathe.
“No.”
“Did you want him to?”
“No.” She answered without hesitation, but there was self-loathing in her tone. Why? “Only you,” she added.
Only you. The words echoed in his mind, defusing the blistering core of his fury and helplessness at seeing her with the otherworlder and being unable to do anything about it. Lips hovering just above hers, he whispered fiercely, “You are mine.”
“Jaxon, I—oh, God.” As though his claim on her pushed her over the edge of control, she arched her hips against his dick, rubbing, sliding up and down. “I…I’m…”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re not going to shove me from your life again.”
Panting, she chewed on her bottom lip. “Just kiss me again. Please.”
“Tell me what I want to know first,” he insisted. “I know why you did it, and I understand. But I won’t tolerate it again.”
“I won’t shove you away. Can’t. I’m too weak when it comes to you.”
He kneaded her breast, wanting so badly to rip apart his pants and sink inside her wet heat, pounding and deep. “We’re going to be together.”
“Oh, God. Jaxon! You’re making me ache so badly.” Her eyelids closed, her lips parted on a raspy gasp, and he thought perhaps her nails drew blood in his scalp.
“—idiot male,” he heard Mia say in his ear, obviously still disgusted.
“Five minutes,” he barked at her.
“What? Oh.” Mishka’s gaze latched onto the tiny piece in his ear and her cheeks heated.
“Five minutes?” Mia said. “Damn, boy. Didn’t know you were that fast a worker.”
With his free hand, he jerked out the earpiece and tossed it to the ground. Not caring about privacy for himself but knowing Mishka would not want anyone else to see or hear her more than they already had, he did something he’d never done before. He purposely destroyed A.I.R. property by stomping on the earpiece and smashing it into little pieces.
“Just you and me now,” he said.
“Good.” She rubbed herself on him, soon becoming lost in the pleasure, unconcerned about anything else.
He moved his gaze over the surrounding area. Her protection came before his desire. Thankfully, no one paid them the least bit of attention. No one was headed in their direction.
Still, they needed to move this reunion somewhere else. In a few minutes, he mused as she hit just where he liked. The other agents had things under control, and the thought of releasing Mishka, even for a second, was abhorrent to him.
He returned his attention to her and drank in the desire glowing from her lovely face. Eyelids at half-mast, lips red and slightly swollen from the pressure of his, his moisture still glistening on them.
Leaning in, breathing in her erotic scent of pure pheromone and jasmine, he licked his way along her jawbone, down the column of her throat. “Miss me?”
“So much.”
He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth over the erratic beat of her pulse. Then he plumped the breast he held and licked the upper swell. A tremor raked her.
“You’re not mad at me?” she asked. “I treated you horribly. I—”
“I had just left you bound to a bed. I treated you horribly.”
Unwilling to release her breast but needing the dress and bra out of his way, he turned his wrist until both pieces of material anchored underneath and hooked below, baring her completely.
Sweet Jesus. Her nipple was as pink and ripe as he remembered, begging to be sampled. Unable to resist, he sucked the little bud into his mouth. She cried out in ecstasy, then whimpered, and he nearly came in his pants. First time he’d touched her like this, she hadn’t trusted him enough to enjoy it. Now she trusted him; now she enjoyed. The knowledge increased his own pleasure.
Her head thrashed from side to side, her cheeks so flushed they were practically neon signs. “Jaxon,” she gasped out.
“Let’s take the edge off you,” he whispered. As he nibbled on her earlobe, he finally released her breast. He could have cursed at the loss of that perfect little mound, but consoled himself with the fact that he was about to enter paradise.
His fingers glided down the flat plane of her stomach to grip the hem of her dress. Up, up he lifted it, until the line of her blue panties was revealed. Ignoring the knives strapped to her thigh, he slid a fingertip along the material.
Her knee fell from his waist and she planted her feet as far apart as she could get them and still remain standing. An invitation. This desire was for him, only him. Not his money, not to convince him to forget a crime she’d committed, not to distract him.
Pride filled him. I did this. I made her ache. Nothing else mattered at the moment. Not the place, not the agents waiting, nothing.
“Hurry, touch me,” she moaned. “It’s too much.”
“I’ll make it all better.” Already her panties were so wet they soaked his hand. His swollen shaft jerked, all the more desperate to be inside her. Not yet, not here. Knowing he was pushing himself to the limit but caring about her more, he slid two fingers under her panties, through the slick, wet heat, and all the way home, thumb pressing against her clitoris.
She belted out a scream, but he captured the sound with his mouth, resuming their kiss as if it had never ended. Again and again their tongues stroked together. Passion was a wildfire, spreading, scorching everything in its path, and the kiss became all the more fervent. Their teeth scraped, and then she was biting down on his lower lip, so consumed with need she’d lost control.