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When he thought he could talk and make some sense, he gave it a shot. “C’mon, let’s go. There’s so much more I want to do to you that doesn’t involve the wall outside my bar.”
“Um, yeah, okay. Let me make sure I’ve got my AmEx card. I wasn’t planning on this tonight.” She was still breathless, her voice soft, a little rough and sexy as hell. But her thoughts were calm, rational. He wanted her to let go of that control.
“Why do you need it?”
“For the room," she said, rummaging through her purse.
“Room? Hotel room?”
“Yeah.” Seconds later she pulled her hand free, holding a gold credit card between her fingers.
Oh hell no. “We’re not going to a hotel. We’re going to my place. Or yours.”
“Oh.” Wide eyes stared up at him. “No. I … No, a hotel is a better idea.”
He leaned in, letting his lips trail kisses along her jaw again. His cock still throbbed in his wet jeans and she wanted a cold bed in a room with cold wall? “My bed is a better idea. It’s the best fucking idea.”
She sighed and he steeled himself against the rejection she was about to deliver. He wasn’t backing down on this, though. He wanted time to explore this hotness, this insane hunger he felt inside. Besides, she couldn’t scream in a hotel room and he wanted her screaming his name.
“Vinter, this isn’t going to work. I only wanted—”
“To be anonymous and unnoticed. To understand why you let him use you, even though you didn’t know he was doing it at the time. You wanted a drink. You wanted to forget. You wanted something different because the normal things aren’t taking care of you like you need. Yeah, baby girl, I know. By morning you won’t remember his name and you won’t want to forget mine.” He lowered her legs to the ground and held her until he was sure she could stand on her own. He wasn’t even sure he could, but where there was a will, there was a way. And he had a will to get her naked, in bed, and have his way with her.
“Your place is too personal. It—”
“Personal is exactly what you need.” He bent his head and tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth. “Very. Personal.” He tweaked one of her nipples. “But if distance in a hotel room is what you want …” He shrugged, then took one, two, three steps away from her and disappeared around the side of the building.
He left the words hanging and wondered how long it would take her to follow. He didn’t have to wait long.
When she appeared, he was leaning against the trunk of his car. Casual. At ease. As though he had all the time in the world. As though he wasn’t wearing a pair of jeans with a load of come in them.
She came to a stop in front of him. “I shouldn’t do this.”
“Tell me why not.”
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“Hmm. We can debate that later if you’d like. For now, though, you want to do this and so do I. I see it in your eyes. You want to be bad and I dare you to deny it. We can arrange to have your car brought out to my place. After that, you can leave if you want to.” He tapped the tip of her nose and dropped his voice to a near whisper. “But you’re not going to want to. Besides, I don’t bite hard, unless you beg me.” Her eyes widened at his statement. He’d love to bite her soft, smooth skin. He’d love to mark her in ways that would scare her, then turn her on.
He grinned and straightened away from the back of the car. Walking around to open the passenger door for her, he waited, but not for long. She rushed toward him and slid down into the car. “That’s my girl,” he purred. She shivered and gave up a small moan. The smile didn’t leave his face as he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side. He sank into the leather seat that hugged him with familiarity.
Vinter reached out and turned her head toward him with his fingers on the side of her face. His lips took hers in a hot, open-mouthed kiss and she melted around his tongue. With his free hand, he unbuttoned the first button on her shirt and he waited a brief moment for her to say something. Anything. When she didn’t, he released the next four buttons.
The curves of her breasts and the slight indent of her waist were visible. The black satin bra was bold against her light skin. She was beautiful. “Stay like that. Please. Looking at you like this … That man was a damn fool. He didn’t deserve you. Me, though? My cock? We deserve you. Every inch of you, inside and out.”
He lowered his head. “Turn this way a little." She shifted until she faced him. Less than a second passed and he hand his face pressed into her chest. He snaked his tongue into her bra, tasting her skin and nipping at the lace edges.
She was so fucking sexy it took his breath away. Forget fool, the man who dumped her was definitely a dumbass. An utter, fucking dumbass. He knew why any man would want her, even a married one, but to deceive her like that …
She arched and the creamy mounds surrounded his cheeks, nose and mouth. Her hand held him against her and little mewling sounds reached his ears as they fell from her lips. He hoped she didn’t have plans for the next couple of days because he did — for both of them.
It took effort, but he lifted and pulled the seat belt across her body, careful not to disturb the luscious view. Once he clicked his own in place, he started the car and backed up. Throwing it into first gear, he peeled out of the parking lot.
The gentle roar of the engine, the dark night, and the smell of sex rocketed his lust up a few notches. The gear shift in his palm felt good and he wondered what it would look like pressed up inside the woman next to him. His lips tilted in a smirk at the naughty image and he pushed the clutch in, shifting into the next gear.
He glanced over as he turned down a small two-lane country road. “You’re quiet. What are you thinking?” He wasn’t sure why he wanted small talk. It wasn’t his thing, but he wanted to know about her. And to be honest, he wanted to be sure she wasn't thinking of the other guy. Vinter wanted her focused on him, on her orgasm, on the needs of her body. He wanted her thoughts on his hands, on his fingers, his mouth. He wanted her anticipating his kiss covering every available spot from her lips to her hotter-than-hell cunt.
She stared at him. Her eyes traveled across his body and he couldn’t deny how much he liked it, craved it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman this much. Why the fuck would someone as decadent as she prefer a buttoned-up man who likely gave her bland, vanilla sex? He’d bet the asshole was a banker or businessman of some sort. Not the kind of man she needed.
