Page 43 of Seeking Vengeance
Was it possible that Nicki cared for him the way he cared for her? Oh, he knew she would realize it eventually, but maybe she already had, and that was why she was so determined to run in the other direction now.
His blue eyes bored into hers, searching.There! The silver flickered, softening for just a fraction of a second before hardening again. It was all he needed.Fine. If she wanted to play that game, he was in. He could do big and bad too. And she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Not quite,” he said, allowing a hungry look to seep into his eyes. It wasn’t difficult. Being anywhere in the vicinity of the woman made him hot and hard. Hell, physical proximity didn’t really matter at all. Just thinking about her did it for him.
“Yeah?” she asked, tilting her chin with arrogance, even as she took a step back. “Like what?”
Sean crossed the room in two long strides. He cupped the back of her head with one hand and thrust the other between her legs while taking full and thorough possession of her mouth. She resisted, her nails like claws curling into his chest, drawing blood, but he persisted, his tongue insistently probing until she relented and opened for him. He dominated her, his grip like iron, demanding the very breath from her lungs and replacing it with his own.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he said huskily several minutes later when her eyes were sufficiently dazed and her body suitably pliant. Hell, he would never be finished with her.
“What do you have in mind?” Her voice was sex personified, a low, throaty purr he’d never get enough of.
“I haven’t tasted you,” he breathed as his lips skimmed her jawline. “And Ineedto taste you.”
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The whimperthat escaped was purely unintentional. With his skilled hand cupping her through her jeans, massaging, teasing, and those hard, sensuous lips moving over her face and neck and—oh God—licking that spot just behind and below her ear, she had even less success in withholding the full-body shudder that racked her.
“Like I tasted you?” she reminded him purposely, knowing the words had their intended effect when he growled deep in his chest and slipped his hand into her jeans, thrusting one and then two fingers into her, sending her into instant climax and drenching his hand with her slick juices.
She clutched his biceps and bit her lip to keep from crying out; she would not give him the satisfaction. Sean had other ideas. He withdrew his fingers from her and brought them to his lips, sucking them like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. His icy-blue eyes darkened until they resembled perfect sapphires.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said with a wicked grin, “I’m not just going to taste you. I’m going to feast on you for hours.”
He kissed her then, hard and possessively, forcing her to taste herself upon his lips and tongue. Her knees were so weak that Sean had to hold her upright as he began to lick and bite his way down her body.
“Nick …” she murmured as Sean began deftly working the jeans off of her hips with one hand, never lightening up on the onslaught with his mouth. “Can’t while … he’s here …” she panted.
“Then, we’ll go to my place,” he said, returning to nuzzle her neck.
“Can’t … leave him … alone …”
Sean pushed forward until her back was against the wall, using his significantly larger mass and strength to pin her there while he fished the cell phone out of his pocket. Holding her in place with one muscular thigh wedged between her legs, he thumbed the screen until someone answered. Because his face was so close to hers, she heard the person on the other end clearly.
“Sup?” The voice sounded like an echo of Sean’s.
“Need you to babysit.”
“Right now? I’m just about to—”
“Now.”
Nicki managed to hear a few mumbled curse words—she wasn’t even sure they were English—before the connection broke, and Sean returned his full attention to seduction.
Minutes passed. Or maybe days. Time was irrelevant when Sean Callaghan decided to dominate her mind and body. While her body seemed to have no trouble obeying him, her mind shut down to everything else but interpreting the sensations with which he was inundating her. It wasn’t until there was a knock at the door that she realized Sean had never mentioned their location to whomever he had called.
“I need to get the—”
Before she could finish her sentence, the door opened, and Sean walked in. Nicki blinked as she peered hard over a broad shoulder at the figure now inside the apartment. No, that couldn’t be right.Seanhad his hand under her shirt and was doing magical things to her left breast.
“You’re a twin?” she gasped, color rising up in her face when it came out sounding like a breathless orgasm.
“Guilty.” Sean chuckled against her throat, smug male satisfaction in his power over her evident.
Sean pulled back far enough to fix her jeans and smooth down her shirt, keeping her blocked from his brother’s view. His twin stood patiently just inside the door, content to look around and acclimate himself. Nicki sensed he was analyzing every possible entry and exit point, items that could potentially be used as weapons, et cetera. She knew it because it was exactly what she did every time she walked into an unfamiliar location.
“Nicki, Shane. Shane, Nicki.” Sean made the introduction brief.
