Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(35)

He grabs my nape roughly, his nostrils flaring. “You can’t speak a f*cking word about us to anyone. Do you understand?”

I swallow and nod slowly.

“What about Alessandra?” I whisper, fear taking over my attraction.

Letting go of my neck, he drops his hand and relaxes. Well, a relaxing posture for him, anyway.

“I made sure she knew the consequences if she opened her mouth to anyone.” That angers me, yet also comforts me, oddly enough.

Fingers graze my cheek tenderly before resting under my chin and pushing my head upward. His hold on me is strong, controlling, but gentle all at the same time.

“I think you’re sexy as hell, and I don’t want an inch of your skin to go untouched.” His words come out strong and throaty. My eyes grow heavy, my breath picking up its pace dangerously. “I want to feel every inch of your body, taste every part of you and savor the taste of your innocence.” His hand slides to the back of my head, tangling in my hair. “I need you to realize what I’m risking to explore this f*cking infatuation I have for you, Jillian,” he whispers, his brows pulled together with purpose. My body is so alive, my mouth watering to taste him just one more time. His fingers inside of me today, the orgasm he brought me to… I came alive on the side of that highway, and I don’t think I can walk away from him so easily anymore.

Before I can process what I’m doing, I pull myself onto his lap, straddling his legs. My blood rushes so hard with my impulsiveness, I feel dizzy. My heart beats with such intensity I can feel it in my temples.

He gently grabs the sides of my face, and my hands rest on top of his as his lips hungrily take mine. His tongue darts into my mouth, and when our tongues meet, he moans with satisfaction. A bulge that is growing by the second presses against my sensitive sex, and I rock against him on my body’s own accord. Closing my eyes, his lips leave mine and skim across my jaw line, suckling and kissing. His lips work magic against mine, devouring my very existence.

His scruff leaving a delicious burn across my skin, he pulls on the back of my hair, causing my head to fall back. His lips skim up my collarbone, his tongue licking up my throat. He groans as if he’s physically in pain, and a strangled whimper vibrates in my chest.

Fingers dig into my hips, and he suddenly pulls himself from me. My eyes slowly open, everything blurry.

His face is pulled tight, his jaw ticking. Reality hits me like a bullet to the chest, regret burning my lungs as if I’m underwater.

He suddenly grabs my legs, lifting me upward and off him.

Standing, he runs his hands through his hair.

“I think you should go.” The words leaving my mouth are so quiet I’m not sure if he heard them. I clench my shirt, trying to hide my erect nipples. My head echoing the thought that I’m a traitor over and over again. I clench my eyes shut, willing the thoughts to go away.

“Okay,” he murmurs, his words strained and throaty. Lines of uncertainty stretch across his forehead. “I think it’s probably best.”

My eyes fall to the large bulge in his jeans. Wow, it’s really big. Huge! My thighs squeeze together tightly in protest, but my sex is throbbing with dirty thoughts of its own.

Awkward silence fills the room as we try not to look at each other. Eye contact makes us weak, irrational.

“See you around, Rookie.” He strides to the door, sees it’s raining pretty hard outside, yet he still leaves. My heart falls, and my body pouts in frustration and unsatisfied need.

My eyes land on the donuts; I can’t believe he brought those. Grabbing the one I had before, a loud knock slams on my door, startling me. Opening it, Zeek is hunched over, hands braced on each side of the door with rain pelting off his leather jacket. He’s soaked.

“I know I said I’d leave, and that I didn’t have any expectations.” He looks up from under his wet lashes. “But I f*cking lied.” He barrels through my door and picks me up, his wet body soaking my clothes. His mouth crashes against mine in a carnal fury, the donut in my hand falling to the floor. I grip his face, moaning into his mouth. He kicks the door shut from behind him and Jinx meows loudly, scurrying into the kitchen with haste.

“I have to have you now,” Zeek mumbles into my mouth.

That small piece of sanity I was trying to hold onto, trying to do what was smart and rational?

It’s gone.

What sits outside these walls, isn’t there. The guilt, rules, and judgement. All checked at the front door. It’s just me and Zeek lost in this moment. A brief encounter that will leave both of us with regret, but the satisfaction the most sought out of the two.

Gripping the bottom of my shirt, I pull it over my head, my nipples pebbled, ready to be manhandled. As if Zeek could read my mind, his mouth encases my left nipple, his warm, wet mouth sucking on it hard. A spark races down my body, building a wave of pleasure in my lower half that is nearly unbearable. My fingers lock into his wet hair; it’s soft and thick, making me want to tug on it more. So I do.

“Bedroom?” he questions, the word barely audible from our kissing. I point to where it is, and he takes off that way like a madman.

“Good, ‘cause I’m going to need a whole bed. I plan on spreading you out, and not stopping until you’re too weak to moan my name.” An unrecognizable sound escapes my mouth; just hearing him talk dirty to me has me nearly ready to come undone.