Page 26 of Road to Ruin
“Don’t make a big deal out of it. It’s been a stressful night, and I just want to get laid.”
I try not to smile, but it’s impossible. I don’t know her at all. Strangely, the more time I spend with her, the less I know her—a frustrating, but also an intriguing fact. I can’t pin her down. I can’t even begin to predict what’s going to come out of her mouth next. I’ve made a handful of judgment calls in the past hour, expecting her to react one way or another, to say one thing, or nothing at all, and every single time she’s done the exact opposite. I don’t know what I find more attractive about her—the fact that she’s stunning, in a wild, raw, natural way, or the fact that her intelligence appears to be razor blade sharp, and she’s so damned unpredictable.
“Nothing wrong with that,” I say slowly. “I’m just surprised you want another guy pawing at you after what went down in the vaults.”
She narrows her eyes, blue and brown, light and dark, so at odds with each other. Her gaze is steady and inquisitive. “I’m in control of my body. I’m in charge of who touches it and who doesn’t, and I’m in control of my emotions. Those guys weren’t touching me in a sexual way. They were violent, and aggressive. I’m assuming the way you touch me won’t be anything like that.”
“Unless you want it to be.”
She arches a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me. “What makes you think I’d want that?”
“Just guessing. If we screw, I’d say you’re either gonna try and beat the shit out of me, or you’re going to want me to pin you down and fuck the sense right out of you. I’m gunning for the latter.”
“I’ll bet you are.” She smiles, and it transforms her face. Her features seem to fully commit to whatever expression she wears at any one time. If she’s angry, the lines of her cheekbones are pronounced and angled. Her jawline is sharp and challenging. The steel in her eyes could cut a man in half. But when she smiles, everything about her suddenly softens. Her shoulders relax. An unexpected warmth lights in her eyes, and two small dimples form at the corners of her mouth. She’s like night and day. How will she change if she’s sad? Excited? Turned on? I’m betting there’s a different, unique version of her for every emotion she experiences. Fuck. I don’t know what the hell is going on with me right now, but I’ve never been so fucking fascinated by a woman before.
Nice tits. Nice ass. Nice legs: these are the things I notice when I meet a girl for the first time. Not with Nikita, though. Sure, she has all three of those things, but there’s something about her. Something so instant and vital. I’m drawn to her in a dangerous way.
“You don’t seem surprised that I’m asking you inside for sex,” she says. “Most guys would probably be a little shocked.”
I try not to look at the graceful column of her neck. Is she hyper sensitive? What will her reaction be when I kiss her there, use my lips, my teeth and my tongue to lick and bite at her? Is she going to fall to pieces? Is she going to lose her fucking mind when I bite her earlobe, my breath hot and heavy over her skin? My dick is getting harder by the second just thinking about it. “You’ve been angry with me since the second you laid eyes on me this morning. No woman’s ever that angry with me unless she knows she wants to fuck me and she’s mad at herself for it,” I tell her. “So no. I’m not shocked.”
“Hmm. Well aren’t you an arrogant son of a bitch.”
I shrug. “I’m betting that’s why you want my dick inside you.”
She laughs—the sound is like silver and moonlight, cold water running down my back. “Kiss me, Tommy Kendrick. And make it a good one. I want to know what I’m signing myself up for here before I let you do your worst.”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. A younger, more inexperienced guy would rush in, grabbing hold of her, shoving his tongue down her throat, too eager and turned on. I’m beyond that, though. I’ve kissed more women than I can count. I know how to make a motherfucking first impression. I’m going to make her purr. By the time this kiss is over, she’s going to be a hot, pliable mess, and I really will be ready to do my worst.
I graze my nose against the tip of hers, breathing slowly. I brush her hair back out of her face, tucking it back over her shoulder, then I cup my hand around the back of her neck, drawing her closer to me. I can sense her holding back. She’s not rushing into this either. She’s waiting to see how I’m going to handle her, waiting to see if I can impress her. I’m going to do more than that. I’m going to blow her fucking mind. The tip of her delicate pink tongue darts out to wet both of her lips, and I have to grind my teeth together in order to hold myself back. Her mouth is perfect, her lips a soft, coral pink color. I have a stellar imagination; I already know what they’ll look like wrapped around my dick, and it’s making my cock throb to almost painful degrees. I can’t remember the last time I was this hard.
She’s trying to play it cool, but I can feel the goose bumps on the back of her neck under my fingers. I can see the tiny, fair hairs on her arms, standing up straight. “Open your mouth, Nikita,” I whisper.
She gives me a guarded look, but she complies, opening her mouth an inch. Slowly, I flick the tip of my tongue against her top lip, tentatively tasting her, and her body shifts ever so slightly in her seat. Her breath catches in her throat. It’s a soft, subtle, barely-there sound, but I hear it. I’m in tune to her every movement. Her heart can’t even skip a goddamn beat without me knowing about it right now, and I plan on making it jump rope for me.
I trace my tongue over her bottom lip. She’s stopped breathing altogether, as if that might trick me into thinking she’s unaffected by my close proximity. I know the truth, though. Every cell in her body is focused on me, on what I’m going to do next. I’m all she’s seeing, hearing, tasting, and feeling. When I finally allow my mouth to meet hers, she hums softly, and a thrill of adrenaline spikes inside my veins. I can already tell I’m going to like making her hum and sigh for me. It’s going to be music to my ears. I cup the side of her face with my other hand, stroking my thumb over her cheek as I kiss her, softly at first, our lips barely touching. I wait for the perfect moment. The second when she melts underneath my hands. When she finally surrenders to me, and hands herself over. Patience has never been a strong suit of mine, but I’ll wait for this. If I rush her, she’ll back off and I’ll have blown it. If I wait until she’s ready to admit that I’m in control here, that I’m capable of making her toes curl, that she fucking wants me, then I’ll have won. Then she’ll do anything I tell her to, and she’ll do it willingly.
I tease her mouth with mine, tasting her, growling deep in the back of my throat when she actually grazes my lips with her teeth, too. The intensity builds piece by piece, moment by moment, until I can feel her teetering on the edge. She wants to let go. I know she does. All I have to do is wait. And not for long. I suck her tongue into my mouth, biting down gently, winding my hands around her ponytail, my fingers skating over her neck, and she moans. It’s a deep, unashamed moan that makes me want to tear her fucking clothes from her body right here and now in the car. Her arms wind around my neck, and then she’s melting against me, panting, her breath coming in short, staccato gasps as she tries to get closer to me.
That’s right, sweetheart. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine.
My hands work quickly. I unclip her seatbelt, and then I take hold of her by the waist, yanking her out of her seat. She doesn’t object as I plant her in my lap so that she’s straddling me, and I slide my hands up the back of her shirt. “Press down,” I command. “You need to feel me against your pussy. You need to feel what you’re doing to me right now, Nikita. It’s fucking criminal.”
She angles her hips, and then lets out a gasp when my cock rubs up against her through our clothes. I’m rock solid and pulsing. She must be able to feel that through the layers of denim that separate us. She must understand now how insanely turned on I am.
“Are you wet?” I whisper, nuzzling at her jawline with the bridge of my nose. “Have I turned you on yet, firefly?”
I wait. She’s going to comment on the pet name, I’m sure of it, but she just sits there, staring at me, her tits almost in my face, her fingers playing with the hair at the back of my neck. Her expression has hardened a little, but there’s curiosity in her eyes and questions on her lips, I can tell. She doesn’t ask me anything though. Instead, she pushes down, her hips grinding against mine, our bodies creating the delicious friction, and I can’t stop myself. My hands slip down to her waist, and then to her hips, and I gently begin to rock her forward, so that she’s pushing down harder on my dick. She lets me move her, lets me manipulate her body. Her waist feels tiny underneath my hands. She weighs next to nothing, but she feels powerful. She isn’t a waif-like model. She’s lithe muscle, toned and strong. She doesn’t just work out; she fights. That much was made clear when she put those morons down at the vaults, but the proof of her training is here in her body, too.
I stop kissing her, sliding my fingers into her mouth, groaning when she begins to suck. So. Fucking. Sexy. Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue working over my fingers like they’re actually my cock. She knows what the fuck she’s doing all right. I can’t wait for her to be on her knees…
She clamps down with her teeth, just a little, enough that I notice and can imagine what it would feel like to have her teeth grazing my dick like that. My body responds in a visceral, urgent way that I can’t control.
“Where are your keys?” I demand.
“What?”
“Your house keys. Where the fuck are they? If you don’t give them to me right now, I’m gonna drag you out of this car and fuck you over the damned hood.”
