Up in Smoke (Crossing the Line, #2)(72)

One masculine hand dipped between her thighs, the heel of his hand placing exquisite pressure over her clit. He leaned forward to chafe her sensitive neck with his bearded jaw. “I will kill for this *. Kill for the right to continue ownership of it. Nod if you understand how serious I am.” He made a satisfied noise when Erin nodded. He slapped her sensitive flesh, sending devastating vibrations through her core. “Now f*ck me like you mean it.”

She braced her hands on his knees and started to ride, rebounding off his hard thighs after each fulfilling descent. Oh God, it felt so damn perfect. The slide of hard flesh into delicate. Big into small. On the movie screen, she vaguely registered a shoot-out taking place, so loud that she gave in to the urge to moan. Her thighs slapping down on his rougher, more muscular legs joined the sound only to be drowned out by the movie’s volume. “Oh please, oh please, oh please,” she chanted under her breath as a quickening began in her middle, twisting with the promise of pleasure.

Connor scooped his hands beneath her knees and jerked them against her chest, leaving her body folded in half, ankles in the air. Still, she didn’t stop writhing. She couldn’t. Relief was too close. So close she could already feel tremors beginning at the tops of her thighs. When Connor began to piston his hips, slamming her down on his thick erection with each upward thrust, her eyes rolled back into her head and she lost all sense of the present. “If you say please, you say it to me. Use my name.”

“P-please.” Her voice shook. “Connor.”

He licked Erin from neck to ear, making her feel dizzy. When he drew away to blow cool air on the damp trail he’d left, she turned with a shiver to find him watching her work his lap with an expression of ecstasy. “Jesus, that body doesn’t quit. Hips bucking, thighs spread wide. Working so hard for your orgasm, aren’t you?” His hand smoothed over her ass, gave it a stinging slap. “One stroke between your legs and I could take care of that, sweetheart. You’d come all over my lap.”

Her head fell back and she stared blindly at the ceiling as she continued to ride, but couldn’t help casting the occasional heated look behind her. He’d sprawled out like a king, fists resting on his head as he watched her under hooded eyelids. He was so f*cking hot it made her teeth clench with the need to bite him. Every time she wrung a groan from his throat, it felt like a victory. No one can please this man like I can.

With release hanging so closely in the balance and him acting so sure of himself, she felt the need to remind him of that. Her lips tilting at one end, she swung her feet up and wedged them against the seat in front of her. That added leverage allowed her to take him deeper with each undulation of her hips. Connor’s hands flew to her thighs, punishing them with a white-knuckled grip as he groaned. But she wasn’t finished. She reclined against his chest and reached up to wrap both arms around his neck, drawing his attention to the straining nipples beneath her shirt. One scrape of her teeth against the underside of Connor’s jaw and his breath began to rasp in and out, encouraging her without words to work her hips faster.

“Oh, f*ck. Fuck. You’re killing me.”

“But I only want to please you,” she rasped, licking the perspiring skin of his throat. “Fill me up, baby. Mark me as yours. Give me everything.”

Her words hit their mark. Less than a second later, she found herself pushed forward and bent over the theater seat as Connor’s length pummeled her wet flesh. His coarse fingers found the sensitive bud between her thighs and flicked it once, twice, before he gave her what she needed and rubbed it with tight circles. Finally, the climax crested over her and bathed her in mind-numbing sensation, drawing every ounce of energy to her surface and depleting it in degrees, leaving her shaken. Connor wasn’t far behind, burying his teeth in her shoulder as he rammed home and came with a growl of her name.

She had no idea how long they stayed like that, his heaving chest pressed to her back, but she loved every moment of it. It felt like they’d been through a battle and come out stronger than before. When the air conditioner began to cool the sweat on her skin and she shivered, Connor fixed her clothing and drew her down onto his lap, both of her legs slung over one of his thighs. He tucked her head under his chin and massaged the back of her neck with his thumb.

“This is my first movie in a theater.”

His thumb stilled on a curse. “No. Please don’t tell me that. It’s f*cking Death Warrant.”

She yawned, noting the bullets once again flying across the screen. “I don’t know. I think it kind of suits us.”

He sighed and closed his arms around her. “I’ll do better next time. A comedy or something. Popcorn, too. All right?”

Erin fell asleep smiling.





Chapter Twenty-Three


Connor swiped a hand over his jaw and checked the urge to call Erin’s cell phone. She’d left the surveillance van ten minutes ago to get coffee for the team. How long did it take? It had only been one day since he bought her the phone, but she still assumed it was someone else’s phone every time it rang. They were working on it. He’d offered to go in her stead, but suspected she needed the breathing room. With six of them crammed into the back of the van, he could tell she’d felt claustrophobic. Not to mention, he’d needed the opportunity to catch Derek’s ear. This shit with Erin’s stepfather would be straightened out immediately. Tonight. But if the unexpected happened and something went wrong, he needed to make sure Erin would be okay.