Page 28 of Winters Heat

He jangled the keys to catch her attention. Mia focused on him, dazed. He lofted the key ring her way. She caught them one-handed while still plastered against the wall. Not a bad catch.

“Get their car and drive it over here.”

She nodded, peeled away from her brick support, and obeyed without question, parking it in the unlit spot he pointed at. Winters popped the trunk and tossed the first man in, then the second. He eyed the parking lot in a quick sweep. No other cars struck him as suspicious. No one exited the karaoke bar. They were all alone.

Violence had never before been an aphrodisiac. Hell, it wasn’t now. But protecting her, isolating her from dangerous men, that shit was downright carnal. His blood rushed to his cock. A savage possession reared up.

Her dark eyes flicked over him, making his cock ache for her, and she hissed. “I told you to be careful. You could’ve been hurt.”

He was by her side in an instant, pinning her against the wall again. God, he should be careful with her. But the temptation on her face, the flash in her gaze, promised it’d be impossible.

“You doubted me?”

“No. No. I didn’t doubt you. I just…I didn’t know what else to say just then.”

Not giving her a second to make the same mistake twice, he slanted his lips over hers. It’d been too long since her lips covered his. Everything in the parking lot was a game. All part of the dance.

He needed her embrace to wash away the violence coursing through him. The need to battle dissolved as soon as she opened her mouth wide, wicking her hot tongue across his.

Mia knotted her hands in his hair, pulling him to her. Her mouth molded onto his, her body molten against his hands. Mia was just as hungry as he was. If that wasn’t one of the hottest things ever…

Her legs snaked up his, and she pushed against him, firing everything he tried to ignore. Her hands clawed his neck, making him hard within seconds. Miss Khakis-and-Cardigan had been so deceptive. Dressing sugar sweet but with an inner temptress.

“Maybe I am invincible. What’d you call me, GI Joe?”

“Shut up, Colby.” Her mouth punctuated the command with a kiss.

Their room was steps away, the key in his pant pocket. Both her legs encircled his waist, grinding her onto his erection. Christ, he needed to make it to that room. He needed privacy right this second. Winters pushed the door open, supporting her tight ass on his forearm, and kicked it closed behind them. Seclusion couldn’t have come fast enough.

He paused in the dark room. His free hand slid across the wallpaper. He had to find the light switch. There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d miss watching this.

He flipped the switch.

Two bedside lamps illuminated the cheap room in an amber glow. She deserved better than this, but there wasn’t anything he planned to do about it now.

Winters leaned forward over the bed, placing her on the mattress as quickly and gently as he could manage. Given the circumstances, it wasn’t a tender moment.

Her nails dug into his back.Nope. She didn’t need gentle. What the hell was he thinking? Just like that kiss in the truck. She wanted. She needed. And the wicked glint in her eye told him just as much.

The showy rip in her shirt that had tested him all day was done for. He grabbed the edge and tore. It split but gave him no relief as the air rushed out of his lungs and his mouth watered. She was gorgeous.

“I hated that shirt anyway.”

“I’ll buy you a new one. That shirt teased me all day. It was payback.”

Her pink lace bra was sheer. Her full breasts begged for his tongue, his lips. He thumbed one through the lace, and she arched her back, rolling her head to the side. “There was no teasing.”

“The hell there wasn’t.” The bed sank down as Winters nudged her legs apart to kneel between them. “You’re beautiful. Breath stealing, knock me on my ass gorgeous.”

She laughed and turned away from him.

“No, you don’t, Mia.” He bent over and cupped her face, pulling it back to him. “You okay? You need me to back off?”

“I never said I wanted you to stop.”

He smoothed a palm over her flat stomach. Torn fabric lay at her sides, framing her. He leaned over and brushed her nipple, teasing with his lips. She groaned, and her hips rocked. Her khaki pants. His tactical pants. They were so opposite, but right now, so connected.

With each swipe across her pebbled nipple, she twisted, offering approving cries, and pushing her breast into his mouth. Her backside lifted off the bed, making his insides corkscrew tight.

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