Page 104 of Devil's Claim

“Repeat that,” I whispered. “No, don’t. You’re just saying that.”

“No, Christine. I meant every word. God help me, I did.”

A man like Kruz Blanco didn’t fall for a girl like me. What did he have to gain?

His words stunned me, so much so I couldn’t breathe. The world came to a complete halt, my mind spinning. All I could concentrate on was how much I desired this man. This angry, dominating, often insanely jealous man who’d rocked my world. When he slowly placed his hand on my knee, a series of explosive shivers tickled every nerve ending.

The man wasn’t just possessive; he was completely and entirely obsessive.

And my God, I was so aroused I couldn’t think clearly. Every muscle twitched, swarms of butterflies tearing my stomach apart.

I sat back in the seat, trying to control my breathing as sinful images flowed through my mind. He had a way of doing that to me. I’d never felt so wanted or needed in my life.

His breathing returned to normal, his concentration returning to the road.

Minutes later he was pulling into the driveway, this time pulling the car into a huge garage. The soldiers didn’t follow.

Even as the door began to close behind us, I still couldn’t move.

The air in the car was hot, my skin on fire and my pussy molten lava. As he removed the keys, I unfastened my seatbelt, realizing my throat was dry.

With a heavy sigh, he unfastened his belt and why something carnal came over me I couldn’t answer. At least not right now. But a second later, I pulled my dress up to my thighs and slid onto his lap facing him.

“What are you doing?” he growled, the husky sound fueling a tremendous fire.

“Taking what I want for a change.” I wasn’t gentle, ripping at his shirt. Buttons flew off, exposing his muscular chest. As soon as I placed my fingertips on his skin, he issued a dark moan.

“Be careful, little girl. You’re playing with fire.”

“So what? You’ve already burned me. I’m already going to hell. I might as well enjoy myself before I do.” I captured his mouth, immediately pressing my tongue inside.

Even with the engine off, the headlights remained on, the stark glow reflecting back on our sinful act. At least we were alone, his men remaining on the outside. The entire rest of the world,the danger and uncertainty were locked out, prevented from interrupting our passion.

If only for a few precious minutes.

Maybe I needed grounding.

Maybe I craved absolution.

Or maybe my desire was nothing more than pretending my life hadn’t been swept into chaos and sin.

He seemed surprised, allowing me a precious moment of control. I swept my tongue inside, tasting bourbon and a hint of chocolate from the luscious dessert we’d shared. Lava cake had never seemed so appropriate.

As I crushed my mouth down on his, he rolled one hand down my back, bunching material from my dress in his hand. I ground my lap against his, becoming even further aroused from the friction.

He growled into my mouth, the kiss becoming crazed, a frantic need to taste and touch.

There was no denying the connection we shared, the burst of electricity every time we were together. I was lightheaded, not thinking about anything but the passion I craved as much as I did the man. His possessiveness had sparked something deep within, pushing me to a point I hadn’t known existed.

He struggled with my dress, breaking the kiss long enough to rip the material over my shoulders.

His lips found my jaw, his thumb sliding underneath my chin, lifting as he dragged his tongue along my bottom lip. When he bit down, I mewed like a kitten, scratching his skin beforeyanking his shirt from his trousers. The feel of his skin against my fingertips seared every nerve ending.

I pushed back against the steering wheel, laughing softly when he fumbled before finding the seat controls. After pushing the seat all the way back, he shoved me gently by a few inches, cupping both breasts.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.”

With his breathing as labored as mine, it didn’t take any time before the driver’s window became fogged. I bit his chin just as he pinched my nipples, twisting them until a flash of pain rumbled straight into my aching pussy.