Page 78 of Waging War
“Oh, I’m going to have you.” Ben flattens his hand over the center of my pants, creating a delicious friction with his fingers. “Just not here.”
With that, he eases back, chuckling when I whimper.
“I have a room in a motel a few miles up the road.” A smirk curls his lips. “How does death by orgasm sound?”
I raise a brow as he drags me toward his truck. “Like there’s no other way I’d choose to die.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
Ben
“You’re back,” the guy behind the old motel counter says. His eyebrows climb when he notices that Hazel still has her bike helmet on.
“Hey, Lloyd,” I greet the scrawny young man. Pausing in front of his desk for a second, I nod toward the front door. “Do me a favor, and don’t tell anyone you saw us tonight. Got it?”
He gives a mock salute. “Sir, yes, sir.”
“Thanks.” I yank Hazel behind me and down the hall toward my room.
There are a million different ways I could have fucked her tonight, and granted, doing this in the motel I’m hiding out in isn’t ideal. But neither was standing in a burned-down building or even in the back of my truck.
“Friendly with the clerk, I see,” Hazel teases as I unlock the door to my room.
Dim light glows from an old lamp in the far corner, and though the lingering scent of cigarettes and bad decisions hangs in the air, it’s clean.
“Sometimes I rent a room here when I need some space to think.” I walk toward the dresser and toss my phone, wallet, and keys on top. Then I unstrap the Glock on my waist and pull two knives out of my boots and add them to the pile.
Hazel removes her helmet and tosses it onto the maroon suede chair beside the dresser. “Still not going to tell me where it is, huh?”
She’s incredibly sexy when she pops her hip out and tilts her head like that. It’s like being inspected by the world’s hottest scientist.
“What’s so funny?” she asks.
I stare into her wolfen eyes while I kick off my heavy boots and work on unbuttoning my shirt. “I was imagining you in a lab coat with purple lingerie and fishnets.”
She nibbles her full bottom lip, andfuck me, I like that, too.
“A lab coat?”
Hazel’s unique gaze falls to my bare chest once I strip my shirt off, and the only thoughts of science left in this room are those involving human anatomy.
I walk to the edge of the bed and pull back the comforter and top sheet. The bed frame creaks when I sit and crook a finger for my little hellion to come. She sways her hips as she steps toward me, dancing to whatever beat her mind is drumming up.
“Why did you bring me here?” She stops between my spread legs and seductively peels her jacket off, then her shirt. “I would have been just fine doing this in the cold.”
Something stutters in my chest at her admission. Not because it wounds me, but because I want her to believe she’s worthy of more.
Her reddish-brown hair teases the smooth, supple skin of her chest. Her perfect round tits are hiding behind a simple black bra and I’m eager to release them. I reach behind her, bringing her chest closer to my face and mouth, then pop the clasp.
Biting the material in the middle, I mumble around it, “What I want to do to you could not be done there.” I pull away and she assists by bending her elbows. When she’s free, I drop the bra to the ground and cup both sides, massaging lightly.
She tilts her head back while leaning into my touch. “I wish I could do better than an old motel, but you mean more to me than a dirty, mindless fuck, Hazel.”
I explore her body as she thinks on this. Her dusty-pink nipples harden with arousal, and unable to resist, I kiss one before kissing the other.
“But that’s how I like it.”
I still my hands over the top of her pants. The uncertainty in her voice makes me question her. “Have you always enjoyed rough sex?”
