“You knew I’d be here. We have a hell of a lot to discuss about what happened tonight, sugar.” Lexie swallowed hard. His stern jaw line and corded neck muscles telegraphed his anger. His beard shadow and blazing blue eyes sent unwelcome shivers up her spine. Damn, he was gorgeous…and dangerous. But, she refused to let him intimidate her, overpower her.
She sauntered into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. Snapping off the cap, she tipped it back and took a healthy swig. Marching around to front of the counter, she leaned back, determined to stare him down.
“Let’s do that, Jake. Let’s ‘discuss’ what happened tonight. It’s relatively simple. Several men attacked me and I attacked back. I took on three men and probably could have finished them off. I had a knife and was close to getting the gun.” She sniffed. “I might not even have needed your help.”
His lips curled at her outrageous taunt.
“Is that so?”
He took a step toward her. His voice was silky, conciliatory, contradicting the anger blazing in his eyes.
“Let’s step back a bit, darlin’. Let’s begin this ‘discussion’ with your decision to leave the club by yourself. To meet a man you didn’t know and had never met before tonight, to not tell Brady or Clint where you were going, to go off by yourself--a dangerous move at best, AND one against my direct orders.”
She tipped up her chin and gave him a dismissive shrug.
“I told you I wasn’t a team player. Maybe now you’ll believe me.”
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Jake was quiet for a moment, studying her. His rage threatened to explode.
Grasping for control, he said, “This is probably not a good idea. I’m too angry to discuss this coherently.”
Her impudent smirk destroyed his last fragile attempt at control. He raked his eyes over her revealing pajamas. The miniscule scraps of pink were as innocent looking as they were hot. Not a good combination for a lust starved man. He didn’t know what he wanted to do more. Gag her and tie her to a post somewhere she’d be safe. Or fuck the hell out of her. It wasn’t a hard decision. He chose the latter.
“On second thought,” he said, as he moved toward her with a deceptively lazy grin.
He took the bottle out of her hand and placed it on the counter. Spurred on by her gasp of surprise and the sudden flush of heat staining her cheeks, he pulled her up next to him. Winding her hair in his fist, he tipped her head back staring at her luscious lips. They were puffy, moist and inviting. The scent of lavender and spice mixed with the heady odor of her arousal wafted over him, sending a flash of electricity straight to his rock hard dick.
He leaned down and murmured in her ear, reveling in her responsive shiver.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you, Lexie?”
She shook her head and whispered, “No. I…I don’t know. How…how long?”
“A lifetime, darlin’. A lifetime.”
Tugging on her hair, he lifted her face inches away from his. He looked into her eyes. They were dark, stormy, almost black. When she closed them her lashes fluttering against her rosy cheeks, he pressed a soft kiss against her lips, enticed by their supple moistness. He nipped gently at her puffy bottom lip eager to make it swell more. Encouraged by her tremor, he tugged at the corners of her mouth with his teeth. Smiling at her shocked gasp, he licked across her lips then gently bit the trembling flesh.
He teased the seam of her lips with his tongue urging her to open to him. At the sound of her moan, he slid his tongue inside the moist inviting opening. She gasped, then whimpered a tiny breathless sound. Tightening his hold on her hair, he tangled with her tongue, reveling in her taste. It was minty, fresh, coupled with the tang of beer. She leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his chest as if she needed his touch as much as he needed her. When she wrapped her tongue around his and sucked on it, he couldn’t contain his moan.
A blast of heat fired through him like a raging forest fire. He no longer wanted to be gentle. Hell no! With a groan, he pressed her against the wall. Grasping her hands in his free hand, he dragged them over her head and held them against the wall. Damn. He wanted her, to taste her, to capture her tongue and suck on it. Demand everything she was willing to give and then insist on more. He slid his tongue in deeper, more demanding, mimicking the motions of his body. At her soft whimper, he groaned, pulling her up closer, harder, no longer fighting the passion swarming over him. With a groan, he hoisted her up on his strong thigh, pressing his burgeoning erection up between her legs. When she cried out, it was all over.
With a harsh grunt, he dragged her over to the counter. Sweeping the bottles and glasses to the floor with a resounding crash, he laid her down on the hard surface. Holding her hands over her head, he moved fully on top of her, caging her between his strong body and the counter. Breathing hard, he urged her legs apart with his thighs, pressing his throbbing prick against her soft folds. She cried out again, her body trembling beneath his.
His voice was a husky growl. “Damn, Lexie. Do you have any idea how I’ve wanted to do this to you? To touch you? Taste you?” He ran his hand over her breasts then slid his fingers under the straining fabric searching for her nipple. Stunned by the fullness of her breasts, he groaned. Finding one nipple that had already hardened into a tight hard peak, he twisted the sensitive nub between his fingers and his thumb, reveling at her responsive shriek.
“Oh, God, darlin’. I knew you’d feel like this.” Shoving the halter up above her straining breasts, he gazed at the lush mounds topped light pink nipples. Burying his face in the valley between her breasts, he groaned. “Christ, baby. You are so beautiful. You take my breath away, Lexie. I’ve got to taste you, baby, suck on you.”
At the rasp of his tongue against her tender flesh, Lexie cried out. Shocked by the sensations racing through her, she arched up against his mouth. When he took her nipple between his lips and sucked on it hard, a starburst of sensation rioted through her. She fought against his hand holding hers over her head. She wanted to touch him, hold him. But when he murmured, “Uh uh, baby, you stay just like this. I’m in charge here,’ a spike of heat burned over her. She pressed up against his hard erection, moaning, whimpering. Rising sensations bombarded her. It was as though she couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t get enough of him. His smell drew her in, a strong musky male smell that made the soft skin on her thighs tingle. He sucked first on one nipple then moved to the other. She sobbed, “Ooh. Oh my God…ooh, my god.”
She didn’t recognize her voice. It was harsh with need. She didn’t want him to stop. She needed more. Lost in the sensations pouring over her, she was shocked to hear herself begging him not to stop, to suck her harder, give her more.
His crooning murmurs urged her to feel, to let go, to give in to the pleasure. The sensations rose to unbearable heights. Just when she thought she couldn’t go any higher, feel any more, he grasped her nipple between his teeth and bit down hard. An indescribable burst of pleasure exploded through her. It was as though a storm broke flooding her with torrents of sensations that she had never felt before. Hot wild shock waves flooded her, jagged, intense, and powerful. As wave after wave of fiery heat shimmered over her, he held her tight, whispering soft erotic words, praising her, her body, her passion. When she finally could breathe without gasping, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down, wanting more.
His voice was gentle, soothing.
“Oh, yeah, baby. I knew you’d be like this. Hot. Responsive. Holy Christ, darlin’ you came just by my sucking on your nipples.”
He stroked her with his tongue, nipping at the sensitive curve between her neck and shoulder. Loosening his grip, he freed her hands wrapping her arms around his neck. He whispered sweet sexy words in her ear, tickling the sensitive skin with the rasp of his beard.
Little by little, her moans turned to sighs and her breathing slowly quieted. He lifted her gently and stood her up on the floor. Holding her close, he murmured in her ear. His voice was husky, tight with suppressed desire.
“Lexie, listen to me, baby. I can’t take you like this. I’m on fire. Partly because of what happened earlier tonight. You don’t want to be around a man like me after a killing spree, sugar. I won’t be able to stop. To give you what you need. It’ll be too rough, baby. But it’s more than that, darlin’. When I take you, fully take you, make love to you, it’s gonna be in a bed, where I can have you over and over again. Do you understand?”
Lexie didn’t but she heard the pain, the desire in his voice. She nodded and leaned against him.
“Darlin’, I’m gonna pick you up and put you in bed. And then like an honorable man instead of the asshole I want to be, I’m going to kiss you goodnight and leave.”
As he spoke he lifted her up in his arms and strode down the hallway, holding her close as if he never wanted to let her go. He laid her on the empty bed and pulled the duvet over her. Leaning down, he kissed her gently on the
