Page 18 of Twisted Ties
“I’m not a baby,” I mutter.
He simply glares at me like that is debatable.
“Do you want to explain to me what that was all about?”
He frowns and turns his attention to the window.
I huff in frustration. “Is she your girlfriend?”
“Would I be here now if she were?”
“You tell me,” I say in frustration. “I know nothing about you. You only deigned to tell me your name three days ago. No, wait, that wasn’t actually you.”
The taxi driver glances at the two of us in the rear-view mirror but I don’t care. He can hear every last detail if he wants to. I’m not the asshole here.
“There’s nothing to know.” He turns his head slowly and meets my eyes. “And you haven’t exactly been forthcoming yourself.”
I change the subject. “Are you sleeping with her?”
“Are you jealous?”
Yes, yes, I’m fucking jealous. My guts are boiling with it, right alongside all the anger and rage and heat and …
He pounces on me, slamming his mouth against mine and kissing me so hard I lose my breath.
A needy moan slips straight from my throat, a noise I’ve never made before in my life, and he presses me further into the seat, crushing me with his weight, his hand fisting in my hair, the other squeezing at my tit.
Then his lips leave my mouth and find my neck and he’s sucking and biting up and down my throat as my chin tipsbackward. On instinct, I part my thighs, wanting the weight of him there, needing something there.
“I’m so angry with you,” I say, my hands fisting in his shirt.
He snorts. Sucking so hard on my skin, my eyes slam shut and roll backwards in their sockets. His hand tugs at my top, pulling down the material and tweaking my nipple hard between his thumb and finger.
And oh god, I think I may burst into flames, actually combust. I’m so hot and so–
The taxi driver leans down hard on the horn, the blaring noise making me jump out of my skin.
The man in black growls with so much ferocity I almost feel sorry for the driver.
Perhaps he’s used to it though, because he simply says in a bored voice, “We’re here.”
With a curse word, the man in black reaches into his pocket and sends a handful of notes fluttering in the driver’s direction, then he’s dragging me out of the car.
I wrap my legs around his waist and he kisses me all the way up the steps to the front door, waving his arm so it flings open, and stumbling with me inside.
We don’t make it as far as any bedroom, he’s dropping me onto a sofa and ripping at my clothes before the door is even shut.
My pulse races at about a million miles an hour and every part of my body is screaming out for his touch. Somehow, though, I manage to muster enough willpower to land my hand on his chest, pushing against his beating heart.
“I haven’t done this before,” I confess, my voice sounding all breathy and panty in my ears.
“I know,” he growls, gripping my calf and bending myleg up into my chest. “But I’m not going easy on you, little mate. I can’t.” His gaze drops down my body.
He’s destroyed my panties and I’m open and exposed for him and it should be enough to have me blushing like crazy. Instead, I want him to touch me there so badly I’d be prepared to beg.
Holding my leg in place, he swims a thumb through my folds, ringing my clit and making me jerk with the sensation and then finding my entrance. He plunges his thumb inside and I groan, stars knocking across my vision.
“So fucking tight,” he murmurs, giving me no relief as he pulls out his thumb and fumbles with his fly.
