Page 7 of The Dire Legacy

His nose flares and his gray eyes narrow before he lowers his gun and reaches out to grab my palm with his gloved hand.

I can’t resist giving a tug and pulling him down over me.

His knee lands between my legs and his arms frame me where I sit, his weapon clatters to the floor behind us.

“Angie, what the fuck?” The heat of his breath pours over my neck as he stops just inches away.

Abandoning whatever inhibition I had, my hands cup his cheeks and I pull his lips to mine.

He stiffens, holding his mouth firmly closed. But, I don’t stop. I want to taste him. To see if it hurts. To take every chance that there may be some way that I can touch him.

A groan rumbles through his chest as I nibble on his bottom lip then sweep my tongue across the seam of his mouth.

The rough leather of his glove wraps behind my neck and he pulls me tighter. He presses against me as his lips move over mine, but he keeps them locked, blocking my attempts to get him to open.

My frustration blooms as my hands move over his shoulders. A frantic need in me grows as I want more of him. I need to feel him over me, every inch of him. This unrequited ache inside of me wants to cling to him in a fervor as my childhood dreams crash into reality.

I almost scream when he pulls away.

Panting, he drops his head, resting his forehead against my shoulder. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to resist you?” When he rocks back, the bulge in the front of his jeans is a beacon calling for me to reach out and open the zipper.

Just as my fingers rub down the taut fabric, his gloved hand seizes around my wrist with bruising force.

“Then don’t resist me. I want to know for myself just how much of you I can have.” My voice is husky as I try to push past his grasp to touch the obvious desire he has for me.

“You don’t understand.” His hips twitch as my fingers barely stroke over his belt. He pushes my hand over my head, pinning it against the smooth wood of the counter behind me. “If I start, I won’t stop no matter how loudly you scream.” The rumble of the words sink in between the rampant obsession of what he’s hiding from me.

A chill vibrates down my spine. But, heat spreads between my thighs.

“I can smell how badly you want me, Angie.” His nose is a pinpoint of heat as he traces my neck.

“Do you really think you can handle me?” With a shift of his weight, both of his knees now sit between mine.

When he rolls forward, his hard bulge presses against the apex of my thighs. The tickle of his groan rubs against my nipples. Raw electricity sparks within my belly. My body is starving for him to fill me and sate this emptiness I’ve felt since we were young.

Begging him with my heels, I do my best to coax him closer. Wrapping my thighs around his waist, I tug on the hem of his shirt.

A hiss of his rapid inhale lures my fingers to run up the fine hairs of his stomach. “Please.” I’ve waited forever for him. It’s always been him.

I don’t even care I’m laying on a pile of old papers in an abandoned airport lounge. This minute is the closest I’ve ever been to getting him to give in. Shoving the thought of my older brother away, I know Michael won’t hurt me.

The pinch of his teeth on my neck blends into a dull, burning sting as the first touch of his saliva soaks into my skin.

“Does it hurt?” A pink flash of his tongue covers one of his long teeth as he stares at my face.

“It feels a little like a sunburn. No, it doesn’t hurt.” Well, it does a little, but not enough to be uncomfortable.

His mouth rushes to mine. No sooner have our lips touched before he’s pushing his tongue between my teeth and ravages me with his fiery kiss.

Spicy. Like jalapenos and cayenne and he plunges into me with a manic attack as his hands work down to the button of my jeans.

My own fumble to free him from his zipper. I want to do this while he’s willing. The crazy hot burning in my lips be damned.

Kicking my shoes off, he rips my jeans as he pulls his molten mouth away from me just long enough to bare one of my legs.

Breathing through my nose, my tongue feels fat and numb. But, I’m distracted by the weight of his hard cock springing against my stomach as he unzips himself.

“You want it?” His lips find my collar as he takes my hand and guides me to touch him. A shudder runs through him as his hips jerk, stroking himself into my hand.

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