Deadly Silence (Blood Brothers #1)(41)

Desire blasted through her, ringing through her ears. Her breasts grew heavy, and a pulsing echoed between her legs. He rubbed her against him, and shards of electricity rippled up her abdomen.

A horn honked.

She wrenched her face free, looking at the dash, her breath panting out. “Ryker. For God’s sake. We’re on the street.” She could barely get out the words, she was breathing so hard.

His hold tightened, and he pressed his cock unerringly against her clit. Pleasure vibrated out to the point of needy pain.

She arched and moaned, her mind spinning. “What in the hell?” she gritted out, turning to stare up at his face. Her breath completely deserted her this time. Forget panting. His rugged face was set in hard lines of uncompromising determination and desire. His eyes, those clear eyes, glittering and molten. So much masculine strength, and all of it was focused on her. “Ryker?”

“Spill it, Zara, or I swear to God, I’m making you come right here on the street.” Tightly leashed violence rode his voice, and instead of frightening her, it ratcheted up the sexual tension in her body.

This was new. Or rather, this side of Ryker, outside the bedroom, was new. Oh, she’d suspected something not quite tame lived in him, and she’d caught glimpses of it before. But here, on a public street, in plain view of everybody? The man truly did make his own rules. “Let me go,” she whispered, more than a little wary and way too turned on to think straight.

“My way, baby. Right here and right now? My way only. Talk.” His fingers curled into her buttocks.

Her temper stirred to compete with the lust. “We are about to have a huge-assed fight.”

“Maybe, but you’re gonna come first.” His smile held more intent than humor as he freed one of his hands to flatten on her belly. “You sure you want to push?”

Oh, hell yeah. Not only did her pride demand it; so did her thirst for intrigue. Just how far would he go? Not that far, she’d bet. Yet something in her, deep down, wanted him to stay true to his word. To back it up like the badass he seemed to be. Yeah, she was crazy. “Let me up, or you’re going to get kicked and hard.”

He slid his hand down beneath her waistband and panties.

Heat spiraled up her torso, and she struggled to get up. “Wait—”

“No.” A quick twist of his wrist and his thumb grazed her clit.

Her thighs trembled. Her body opened. “Wait a minute. I—”

He did it again and slipped one finger inside her.

Warmth roared through her ears. A car drove by, splashing water. It felt too damn good. “Ryker.”

“The street is nearly deserted on a Saturday,” he murmured.

A group of people laughed farther down the sidewalk. “Not enough,” she hissed, fighting her body as much as him. “Let me up.”

He slowly rotated his hand, and she saw stars. “Submit, Zara.”

Oh, she f*cking hated that word. But as the group of people came closer, panic won. “Fine. Let me up.”

“No.”

“I went to see Julie. Borrowed Brock’s car, but she wasn’t there. He says she’s on drugs.” The words rushed out of her so quickly she started to cough.

Ryker stiffened, and his gaze darkened. He slowly removed his hand and helped her to sit up.

Quivers consumed her abdomen. She pressed her thighs together to try to dispel the ache. Man, she needed an orgasm.

Without another word, Ryker shut her door and moved around the front of the truck to slide into the driver’s seat. Rain had soaked his T-shirt and black hair. He started the engine and pulled out into the street.

Zara swallowed. Her body rioted, brought to the brink and not fulfilled. She dared a look at Ryker.

A muscle clenched in his jaw, his face impenetrable.

He had no right. “What the hell, Ryker? I mean, my car wasn’t messed with, as you know. What’s your problem?” she asked.

He paused at a streetlight and turned to look at her, his gaze thoughtful. “Not sure. A gut feeling that something is up, and it may have nothing to do with you. But you’ve been hit in the face, and then your car had problems.”

“Jay hit me when he was trying to hit his wife, and he has no clue where she’s staying, so he couldn’t have messed with my car. Nobody had any reason to mess with my car, and your friends said it was probably just wear and tear.” She tried to rub her hands down her jeans, but her entire body felt oversensitized. “I don’t like your caveman act.” Well, her body did, but she wasn’t admitting that. Ever.

The light changed to green, and he pressed on the accelerator. “Don’t you?”

“No.” Forget the fact that her body was on fire.

“Hmmm.”

If he pulled the truck over and told her to get naked, she was very much afraid she’d do just that. It should frighten her how well he played her body, but there was something intriguing about it, although she did feel vulnerable. A woman would have to be able to trust completely to be with Ryker Jones forever. They drove the rest of the way to his place in silence. “I should go home,” she said.

“I need to check in with Denver, and then I’ll take you home.”

Good. She could take a cold shower, make out with the shower nozzle, and get some good sleep. “Fine.”

His chuckle slid right under her skin in a lazy caress.