Slade (The Protectors #6)(24)
“I don’t need it.” Jax smiled at her shocked look.
“Okay, that’s creepy.” She bit her lip in thought. She didn’t need another Rod.
“I’m a Warrior, nothing creepy about it. I just have access to a lot of stuff, your address being one of them.” Jax grinned when she looked relieved. “You need to watch your back with him,” Jax warned, turning more serious.
“He’s just annoying,” Caroline replied, heading down the hallway. “He’ll stop when I don’t respond and find someone else.”
“Definitely his loss.” Jax’s words hit her as she made her way to the end of the hallway.
Caroline stopped and turned, but Jax was gone. Okay, maybe she hadn’t really heard that last part or maybe she just wished he felt that way and she heard the words in her subconscious mind. He was one hell of a man who she wouldn’t mind forgetting about Rod with. Taking off down the steps, she smiled then wiggled her eyebrows. Hell, men did it all the time, so what was wrong with her doing it with Jax Wheeler. Damn, she had to go shopping. One did not dress like a school teacher when going out with a man like him.
Chapter 8
Jill didn’t want to breathe as Slade enveloped her with his body. Her back to his front, he snaked his arm around her bare waist, pulling her tightly against him. His head bent as his other hand reached up to the side of her face, tilting her head so he could bring his lips against her temple, down her cheek to her jawline and finally to her neck where he nipped, then licked. Her body exploded with feelings of intense pleasure making her toes curl into the carpet. The deep moan coming from within her throat sounded foreign to her own ears. “Slade,” she whispered.
His fingers brushed underneath her bra line, teasing her mercilessly. “What does a flashing yellow light mean?” he whispered in her ear before taking her lobe into his mouth.
Jill tilted her head, giving him easier access. “What?” she replied in a breathless whisper, but then his words hit her, making her eyes pop open wide. “What?!” She tried to turn toward him, but he stopped her.
“Stay where you are,” he demanded in a tone that meant business. His hand moved from under her breast, running slowly yet with pressured heat down her stomach, over the snap of her jeans and closer to the spot on her body that wanted this man most, and stopped. “What does a flashing yellow light mean?”
“Are you kidding me?” Jill moaned, almost in tears. Dammit, he was so close, so damn close. When he didn’t answer, she started to panic. Oh, God, what did a flashing…what color did he say…ah, shit this was not happening. She finally had Slade where she wanted him, with his hands all over her, and he’s wanting to quiz her on driving. “Can we please finish that after?”
“After what, Jill?” Slade didn’t move his hand, but added pressure, making her moan. “After I make you scream with passion you never knew existed?”
Jill wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. “Oh, God, yes.” She tried to slowly raise on her toes so his hand would move down closer to the throbbing nub that needed his attention so badly.
Slade did move his hand lower, but only to smack her lightly, making her cry out, but not in pain. “Do not move.” His demand was spoken in clipped tones. “Answer the question or I’m going to tie you to your bed and leave until you remember the answer.”
She could feel his hard cock against her back. She had to make herself stay still so not to rub up against him. Okay, that was stupid as hell. If she moved against him, he would smack her through her jeans again, because f*ck that felt so damn good. She ground against his hardness waiting for ecstasy to follow, but his hand remained still as his lower body moved away.
“I know what you’re doing, Jillian,” he bent, whispering in her ear. “I may not be able to read your mind, but I sure as hell can read your sweet body. Now answer the question.” After a second, he pulled her back into him again; this time he ground against her ass, his hand staying still as if super glued to the damn spot. He kept grinding in perfect timing, knowing when she was about to go over the edge and then stopped, moving away.
Not knowing whether to use her strength to pull away from him and attack—meaning rip his clothes off and go for it—or just get her mind straight and answer the damn question. Jill struggled against his hold because she couldn’t remember the damn color he said. His grip was too tight. Slade was way too strong for her to break free. Her eyes slit open in frustration and when she was ready to scream, her eyes landed on the fabric of a yellow shirt that stuck out of her drawer. “Slow down,” she screamed in excitement. “Yellow flashing lights means slow down.”
His deep chuckle reached her foggy mind as her body waited impatiently for his touch. Her body wasn’t disappointed. His hand moved, cupping her as his fingers worked magic against her jeans. Her head fell back against his chest, using him as leverage to stay upright. Her own hand reached down to unsnap her jeans, but his free hand grasped it, keeping it prisoner against her stomach. Her moan of frustration and pure pleasure seemed to please him. Damn him.
“Good girl.” His voice broke through her thoughts that were rushing ahead thinking of him inside her. “Who has the right of way at a crosswalk? The driver or the pedestrian.”
Jill growled her displeasure at being asked a question during the most erotic experience she had ever had. “Slade, please.”