Run To Me (Lazarus Rising #4)(56)

“I don’t want to hurt you. That’s why I ran. I know I have something inside of me, something that can’t always be controlled. And what if I can’t stop? What if—what if something else or someone else triggers me? Wyman didn’t even talk to us about that. What happens then? What happens if I go after you?”

“I’m not worried about that.”

Her hand swiped over her cheek. “You should be!” Anger there, bursting through her words.

But there were tears on her cheeks. He knew she felt more than anger. It took all of his self-control not to move toward her. Not to pull her into his arms. “Do I look scared?”

Her gaze was on him. “You should be.”

Jay shook his head.

“Why?” The word was torn from her. “Why do you still want me?”

“Because I’m not a fool. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” But it was a lot more than that. Desire wasn’t just skin deep, not with her. Never with her.

“I want you.” Her voice was low. “It doesn’t stop. It’s always there. Everything else is so out of control, but the need is still there.” A stark pause. “Why?”

“Because lust is primitive. Basic. And while everything else might have been stripped away, Willow, primitive instincts remain. Your body trusts me, even if your mind—your heart—even if they don’t.”

“Fear is primitive, too.”

Yes, it was.

Her long lashes swept down to conceal her gaze. “I’m afraid when I’m with you.”

The last thing he wanted was for Willow to fear him.

“And I’m afraid when I’m not.” Her lashes lifted. “I’m sick of being afraid.”

Silence filled the car. Tension. When he spoke, his words were a low rumble. “Then tell the fear to fuck off, and take what you want.”

Her tongue slid out to lick over her lower lip. Sexy as all hell. “I want you.”

He wouldn’t go to her. This had to be her move. Her moment. “I’m right here.”

Red stained her cheeks. “In the car? The driver—”

“Told you before. He can’t see or hear anything that’s happening back here.” Jay knew her emotions were savaged. After what had happened in that hospital, Willow had to be a wreck. And that was why he wasn’t making this choice. If she wanted him, then she’d have to want him more than pain and fear. More than anything.

The way he wanted her.

She pulled in a deep breath. Then she slid off her shoes. She unhooked her pants. Pushed then down her hips while he watched and his dick jerked to quick, avid attention.

“Willow…”

“I don’t want pain. Or fear. When I’m with you, I get more than that.”

So she was using him. He should care. He didn’t. He’d just seen the scrap of underwear that she was wearing.

Willow didn’t take off her shirt, but she did move toward him. Her movements were hesitant but still sensual. Everything about the woman was sensual to him. Her panties were red, bright against her smooth skin. “This is wrong,” Willow said. She reached for his hand. She touched him. Twined her fingers through his.

He forced a shrug. “Do I look like I care?”

“We shouldn’t…” She pressed a kiss to his lips. Her tongue snaked into his mouth.

Oh, baby, we should. She slid onto his lap. Straddled him.

But he didn’t touch her the way he wanted. Didn’t take. Didn’t make her moan and gasp. He waited for her head to lift. Waited for her gaze to meet his. “Tell me that you want me, Willow.”

“I want you.”

“Tell me you want my hands on you.”

“I want…I want your hands on me.”

Magic words.

His hands curled around her hips. His dick shoved toward the crotch of her panties. The silk and his trousers were all that separated him from touching heaven. Hot, sweet heaven.

Willow needed this. She wanted her oblivion. One day, she’d realize he’d give her everything she wanted. Every. Single. Thing.

His fingers moved between their bodies. Down, down, until he was caressing the silk that covered her sex. He stroked her through the panties at first, enjoying the way her hips arched. Loving the way she got wet for him. He could feel the moisture through the silk. But that wasn’t quite enough.

Not for him.

He eased the panties to the side, moving so that his fingers could touch her. Bare flesh. And at first, he was gentle, trailing the tips of his fingers over her. She arched higher, gave a quick moan, and his touch grew harder. Stronger. Deeper. Two fingers slid into her. She rode his fingers, moving her hips quickly against him. His thumb pushed over her clit. Rubbed. Circled.

Her breath came faster.

The limo kept driving.

His dick was rock hard, surging against his zipper. His fingers were in her, and her sex squeezed him tight. Wetter, hotter, with every moment that passed. His fingers slid in and out of her, moving in a quick rhythm, thrusting in the way that he knew she liked.

“Not…enough…” Willow pressed a kiss to his neck. Her voice whispered into his ear, “Want you in me.”

And there was the problem. He’d bring her to orgasm. He’d make her come again and again but… “Baby, I don’t have protection with me.”