Page 13 of Creed

“How about you share your location on your phone with someone you trust?” I suggest.

She tilts her head at me. “You could just throw away my phone.”

I chuckle, lifting my palms up. “Angel, what can I do to—”

“Stopcalling meangel.”

She launches herself at me, like my calling her angel is decimating her control, and her lips slam to mine.

My arms wrap around her immediately, crushing her body into mine, and my tongue instantly seeks entrance into her mouth. She opens for me, and I swirl my tongue with hers; she tasteslike honey. My blood is boiling in my veins as I ravage her lips. I’m lost in her feel and the taste of her, the world falling away. When I bite her lip, she gasps, then moans, and I press hard against her.

She's the first one to break the kiss. When she looks up at me, her brown eyes, swirled with streaks of copper, are nearly black with how dilated her pupils are, and her bronze skin is like porcelain under the streetlights.

“Let’s go.” Her voice is hoarse and raspy.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, angel.” I grab her hand, hurrying her toward my vehicle. “Do you know how to drive stick?”

“Yes.” She frowns, turning to me. I toss her the keys and nudge her toward the driver’s side of my Ferrari while I open the passenger side. “I can’t drive this,” she squeaks.

“It’s a car.” I shrug, getting in. When she slips in, I say, “Just metal, glass, tires, and a steering wheel like all the others.”

She rolls her eyes, then narrows them at me. “Are you drunk? Is that why you want me to drive? Is that why you’re leaving with me?”

I lean over and kiss her hard again. “No. I had two drinks tonight. I want you to drive so I can do this.”

My eyes drink her in as my fingers trail down her neck, then undo the buttons of her jacket and push it back. As I suspected,her nipples are hard through the silk of her computer-code-patterned shirt, and I rub my thumb over one. Her eyes flutter shut.

“You’ll have to keep your eyes open, though.” I pinch the nipple softly, and her eyes whip open. “Otherwise, we’ll crash.” Continuing to rub my thumb over her nipple, I lean into her neck and lick up to her ear. “I’d rather we crash and burn in my bed, angel.”

Her chest heaves, and her breathing turns ragged. “I can’t drive if you’re doing that.”

“Yes, you can. Because you’re my good girl.” Her eyes flare, and she bites her lip. “Start the car.”

She does as I say.

“Drive, angel.” I palm her breast.

“Holy shit.” She squeezes her eyes shut and shudders. “I can’t—”

“Yes. You. Can.” I lean over the console and bite her earlobe. “I promise you, your reward will be worth it.”

She shudders again, then pulls the car out of the parking spot. Her take-off and gear shifting are smooth. I bite her earlobe again, then lick it. “That’s my good girl.”

She moans quietly, fighting the urge to close her eyes. My hand and eyes leave her briefly to select my penthouse in the navigation system, letting that guide her so I can focus on myinnocent-looking angel morphing into a seductive siren before my eyes. As I lift her shirt from where it's tucked into her skirt, she asks in a trembling voice, “What are you doing?”

“I need to feel your skin.”

I swear an inferno rages inside her because her skin is on fire. It’s as soft as the silk of her shirt, and my fingers seek the flesh of her breast and slip inside her bra, making her arms shake and hands clutch the steering wheel.

“Does that feel good?” My fingers brush over the pebble of her nipple.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, the car jerking to the left slightly before she course-corrects.

“Did you know that a woman can orgasm solely from nipple play?”

The car jerks again, and she down-shifts as she approaches a red light.

I pinch her nipple harder. “Answer me, angel.”

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