Page 138 of Judas

There’s no telling what the laws are in Canada surrounding indecent exposure and public displays of affection but I don’t guess that’s a concern Nadia has when she shifts and climbs over the console onto my lap. Her hands tangled in my hair to drag me closer to her and prevent our lips from parting again. As if I had any intention of letting her get more than a few inches from me now that her ass was pressing against my lap—so much for not getting hard. I won’t be leaving this damn car until she either takes care of it or I simply expire.

Nadia’s teeth capture my bottom lip, pulling slightly and biting down on it until I groan. One hand at her waist, the other greedily squeezing a thigh in retaliation. Giving a big of a tug, as if she could get any closer in this too fucking small of a space. If the windows weren’t already fogging up, they would be by now. Especially with how greedily the kiss has become now.

Every hard inch of me is throbbing to slide deep inside of her. The brat must feel me pushing against her ass now. The way inwhich she’s wiggling on me confirms my suspicions. Fuck, I can’t do this here. Not in broad daylight, not cramped like this and in pain. Parting from her delicious lips, my chest heaves heavily with both ache and the need for air, I look into those beautiful silver eyes of hers. Seeing how blown out her pupils are, her cheeks and nose flushed, lips now swollen. Absolutely exquisite.

“You have no damn clue how bad I want you right now.” I murmur, dipping in again, kissing along her jawline. To the side of her neck where I can see her pulse throbbing violently under her blushing skin. The heat billowing off of her is filling my nose with the soft scent of her skin which drives me even more fucking mad.

Jesus Christ.

Nadia doesn’t reply, she only leans back against the door paneling. Her hair gets caught in the condensation coating the window, leaving paper thin streaks in some spaces, then wiping all of the haze off in others. Ethereal in a way, the daylight muted by steam then framing her with a glossy halo of glass.

Sliding my hand under her shirt, my fingertips skim along the skin of the small of her back. Feeling the softness despite the rough texture of the callouses on my finger pads. She needs to be worshiped, every single bit of her. From the expressive lines of her forehead down to the tips of her toes that deserve to be pampered and polished once we are out of this mess.

“Not here, baby. Let me take you upstairs, alright? I need room to make you scream.”

My hand slides further up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades where I draw her forward. Crowding her space while simultaneously crowing mine with her delectable body. Using my opposite, I wrap it around from the other side and let go with the first. Snagging the door handle and opening it to let out some of the heat which has built between the two of us. Cold air rushes in, making Nadia shiver once before she stills.

She doesn’t move, sitting firmly on my lap. Looking at me, waiting for something and if I were a mind reader I’d answer her silent demands without hesitation. The way I wish I could take her apart right here, piece by piece, until she’s a squirming mess…

Get out of the fucking car, Kace.

Gripping her hips, I spin her around on my lap until her legs hang out of the car and give her thigh a light pat.

“Grab my bag will you? I need to use it to hide the boner you’ve given me.”

Her little laugh when she evacuates my lap has me smiling like a damn fool. Turning, my legs drape outside of the door next. Boots pressing to the sidewalk where I sit, waiting for her. Running both hands through my hair, I tug at the platinum strands, hoping to calm my overactive body the fuck down. At least let me get inside where I can lock us behind a door. That’s all I need.

Nadia clears her throat, next to me. Glancing up at her, I notice she’s not focused on my face and it’s my turn to blush. Snatching the bag from her, I hang it in front of my hips as I pull myself out of the car that’s too low to the ground. Now towering over her, my left hand hooks a finger under her chin and tilts.

“My eyes are up here, baby.”

We both start laughing. She steps back to give me enough room to close the door. Wearing one of the brightest smiles I’ve ever seen on her.

Slinging the door closed, I shift the bag over to my left hand and grab her by the neck. The firm grip of my hand circles around to her nape and begins directing her to the door of the coffee shop. My eyes never leave her, watching her hips with every step she takes—not making my situation any better. In fact, I’m throbbing and feel like the teeth of my zipper is about to start digging into my flesh despite my boxers being in the way.

The stairs? Her ass is at eye level. Fucking hell. It’s at this moment I wish my other senses weren’t as strong from being blind in one eye. Why? Because I can smell her arousal—like waving a red flag in front of me and asking me not to charge. Reaching out, I run my now free hand up the back of her thigh and she comes to a stop. She turns slightly and that’s all it takes for me to drop the bag on the step she’s standing on and fist both of her hips. Dragging her back to me, I bite down on her right ass cheek. Straight through the denim, I don’t care. This woman is driving me insane.

“Kace!” Nadia squeals, both of her hands reaching out to hold onto the wall cocooning the stairwell. The fuck is she whining for? Waving this thing in front of me, thinking I wouldn’t take a bite and a half. Switching sides, I do the same to the left one, this time a little harder. Feeling her plump skin pinch behind the rough layer of her pants. Sliding both hands around her now, gripping the front of her hips, one slides between her legs and I dig my fingers against the seam of her jeans. Dragging a moan out of her right as her knees start to shake.

“Yeah, that’s what the fuck I thought. Get your ass up the stairs.”

Releasing her, I slap her ass and she high tails it. Just as damn needy and eager as I am. When we step through the door, her shorter frame directly before mine, we come face to face with Babel. He’s sitting on a barstool, looking at his watch and drinking a beer.

“‘Bout fucking time you two got here.”

What’s strange is the lack of one very irritating brother-in-law.

I freeze.

“Where the hell is Lucien?”

“Down in a hole, since he wants to be a rodent.” He answers, which tells me jack shit. If I was worried about my dick a moment ago, I sure as hell ain’t now.

“Elaborate, if you don’t mind.”

Nadia saunters off, leaving me with him. I don’t want to look at this fucker when I rather be diving between her legs like my life depends on it.

“Thought it would be best to secure him in a place where no one will look for him and you two can be safe tonight. We can go pick him up tomorrow, the transport should be due then. They sent me a text and let me know that tomorrow is the day. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go to the hospital and do my job.”

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