Page 62 of The Last True Hero
Those large hands caught her behind the thighs, and McClain obliged. Mia's hips nestled around his as he used his body to grind her against the wall. She gasped. Vex wasn't wrong. That was one hell of a weapon in his jeans.
Her fingertips grazed the short buzz of his hair, and she bit his lip as she kissed him back. She didn't want to stop. Ever. Maybe this was pretend, maybe it was just an act to fool the reivers, but it felt real.
And worse, it ignited the need in her blood.
She didn't think she could keep her hands off him after this.
"Give her one for me!" one of the reivers shouted.
Mia broke the kiss long enough to shoot the guards a fierce glare and the finger. "Fuck off, you bastards. Can't you see we're getting busy here?"
One of them chuckled and grabbed his crotch at her, but the other two barely shot her a look as they continued on their path. She'd seen how the female reivers behaved at the War Games.
Her heartbeat still kicked like a mule in her chest as the reiver guards vanished. She could feel McClain silently watching her, his own breath coming short and excited. Mia looked up, one hand on his chest. For a second she forgot everything: the danger they were in, the reivers around them.... Suddenly, all she could see was him.
And she could feel him still.
That hard erection pressing exactly where she wanted it. The wetness of her panties. They stood frozen, staring at each other. Mia made a little sound, her hips rolling faintly. The seam of his jeans rode over her clit.
McClain's fingers brushed against the sensitive skin above her hips. He shuddered. "Mia. Stop. I can't think while you're doing that."
Precisely the point.
McClain stepped away, her legs sliding down his as he helped her to stand. If she could. She felt shaky all over. Nipples hard. Exhausted, but riding the edge of something she didn't think she could let go of so easily. Every inch of her body felt alive.
"You nearly gave me a damned heart attack," he murmured.
"I don't think that's all I gave you." Jesus. Was that her voice?
Their gazes clashed. Something smoky and hot danced through his green eyes, turning them almost gray. Feral intensity lit his features as he honed in on the press of her hard nipples through her shirt. The fingers on his left hand curled into a fist.
"This isn't done yet."
"It's done," he growled.
Arguments chased through her mind, but suddenly she could hear reiver voices echoing in the streets. Curse them.
"Time to get back to the rooms." McClain's voice held the faint note of regret.
"Great idea," she replied, but she didn't add anything more.
She'd made her decision.
She was tired of running.
