Extreme Danger (McClouds & Friends #5)(52)

She breathed out the tension in her chest. Amazingly, after all that had happened, the story still made her miserable. “Evidently, Kaia was so amazing at the art of fellatio, Justin forgot that he was driving a car. My car, to be precise. On a busy street. In a shopping district.”

Nick let out a low whistle, and his mouth started to twitch. “Oh, man,” he said, with evident relish. “What an *.”

“Yes, that he is. My car was totaled, of course. Kaia had a neck injury and a bad concussion from the steering wheel. And Justin, well.” She shrugged “That weasely cheat is lucky he still has a dick at all.”

He sucked in a breath. “You mean she…oh, sweet Jesus.” His face contracted in a spasm of involuntary masculine sympathy.

“Chomp,” Becca said stonily. “He deserved it. The snake.”

Nick sagged, put his face in his hands. His back began to shake.

He was laughing at her after all. She jabbed him with her forefinger. “That’s not fair,” she protested. “You promised!”

He waved his hand in the air, racked by another convulsion. “You are amazing, babe. How you do this to me, I do not f*cking know.”

“You said you never laugh, but you’re always laughing your head off at me,” she grumbled. “Why is that, I wonder. Am I so comical?”

That set him off again. He hid his face and vibrated.

Becca resigned herself, and waited for it to die down. She slowly realized that he couldn’t stop. He kept trying, but it was like watching a swimmer caught in the surf. The waves kept sucking him down again. Was he…God, no. He would probably rather die than let himself cry.

She laid her hand tentatively on his hot back. “Are you, um, OK?”

“Don’t. Please. You’ll make it worse.” His muffled voice shook.

She petted him as if she were gentling a skittish animal. “I’m glad that my humiliation is so entertaining for you,” she said. “Go ahead. Hyuck it up at my expense, Nick. I’m used to it.”

“Aw, f*ck.” The shaking of his back redoubled. “Please. Shut up.”

“I guess it is funny in a way,” she went on, philosophically. “Gives the term ‘man-eating slut’ a whole new meaning, doesn’t it?”

He made an explosive sneezing sound, and off he went again.

Watching him in the grip of a laughing fit gave her a curious feeling of power. It would probably do him good, since a macho caveman like him would never have the sense to give into tears. This worked just as well. She stroked the thick, trembling contours of his back and waited.

It took a while, but he finally lifted his face from his hands, wiped his eyes, muttering under his breath in whatever the hell that twisty, thick-sounding language he’d spoken all weekend was. Grinning.

Her breath caught, her jaw dropped. He was so gorgeous when he smiled like that. Radiant. She loved the crinkles around his eyes, the grooves around his mouth. Wow. She had to remember to breathe.

He gave her a wary glance. His grin faded. “What’s that look?”

Her mouth went dry. “I…I was just thinking how beautiful you are when you smile,” she whispered.

Not a muscle moved in the mask of his face, but she felt the light go on inside him. And the answering one flare up inside her chest.

Chapter

13

A voice was yammering on about how he would trash it, yada yada, how much more it was going to hurt her if he kept on down this road, how bitterly she would hate his guts, blah blah, so on and so on.

Didn’t help. This mindless wanting was inexorable and huge. He swung around to face her, sank to his knees in front of her. Kneeling like the desperate supplicant that he was.

He stared at her face. Jesus. Becca was dangerous, she was so f*cking pretty. She had to tone it down. Wear a bag over her head. People would remember her face even if they had no particular reason to do so.

She made his eyes ache. That hot pink blush, the delicate line of her cheekbone, her jaw. And that mouth just did it to him, especially that pouty lower lip with the seam down the middle. So sexy, so soft. One look at that mouth would have made him stone hard, if he had not already been so. His dick strained in his jeans, like he hadn’t just had the most amazing volcanic lay of his whole life. And the cock-teasing robe gaping over her cleavage did not help matters.

Her knees poked out of the crumpled robe. He put his hands over them. Her tongue flashed out to moisten her lips. He stared into that dim triangle between the draped panels of silk over her clamped thighs, where the hot stuff hid.

Her pale white knees were covered with scratches and scabs. He leaned down, kissed them. The callused spots on his hands snagged at fragile fabric, until his hands found skin, and greedily sought more, pushing the silk up over her legs. The robe gaped at her navel right under the knotted sash. Showing her dark muff.

Her legs shook too much to keep them clamped against the relentless pressure of his fingers. He pressed them open, and stared down into her shadowy mysteries, the holy of holies. Her beautiful cunt was ready for him.

His fingers tightened. His balls, too.

The unmistakeable purpose on his face made her scramble back. She lurched to her feet, batting his hands, and swathed herself with a swirling flutter of rose-print fabric. “Cool it, right now! My landlady is downstairs and the neighbors can see us from their window!”