Page 31 of Possess Me

The moment of silence was killing me.

“You don’t like the plane?”

“The craft is beautiful, the instrumentation top notch. I can tell it was recently renovated and money was spent on making the jet as safe as possible.” Her statement was perfunctory, but I could tell she was holding something back. Why not push her as far as she would go?

“So what’s the issue?”

She laughed as if I was making a joke. “The art reminds me of some I’ve seen for rock stars and stamped on Ganja planes.”

“Ganja planes.” I was more amused than I’d been in a very long time.

“Yes, Mr. Dmitriyev. You certainly must know what I’m talking about. Drug runners. They adore putting art on their planes, which makes them dead giveaways for the ATF. And for some really bad men who control the ocean waters.”

“Bad men.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Something you should know a good deal about.”

Now she was toying with me, pushing my buttons since she’d known I was purposely pushing hers.

She had no idea the fire she’d lit underneath my cheap cotton shirt.

“Ganja plane. I almost like the representation.”

“Somehow, I knew you would.” She’d leaned forward, daring to lick her bottom lip once again. Did she have any idea the subtle move was driving me crazy?

I took a deep breath, placing my glass on the table. For a moment, we remained silent as I studied the look in her eyes, admiring the spunk while sensing she had more experience with bad guys than she wanted anyone to discover.

That boosted the craving to learn more about her.

Every. Little. Thing.

Inside and out.

I had to start somewhere.

So I did.

Ignoring the bells and whistles, I slipped my hand around the back of her neck as I’d envisioned before, pulling us both to the center of the table.

Then I crushed my lips over hers, grinning inwardly from her moan of intense desire.

CHAPTER 9

Fallon

Never been kissed.

That’s what it felt like the moment Vissarian’s lips had captured mine. His fingers held me tightly, but at this moment, even if he hadn’t been holding me in place, I wouldn’t have gone anywhere.

Certainly not until the moment of extreme passion had played itself out. It wasn’t every day that a woman could be kissed by a man who reeked of danger while using masterful skills to create a wave of desire so intense you couldn’t breathe.

He swept his tongue inside, exploring every inch of my mouth while he dug his fingertips into my skin.

I was locked in his control, another moment where all time stood still. I sensed he knew what he was doing to me, determined to reduce me to a blubbering mess so he could have his way with me.

That wasn’t going to happen.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the hell out of the moment while also tormenting him as he was doing to me. Being thenaughty girl I was, I slipped my hand under the small table, crawling my fingers up from his knee to his groin. The moment I wrapped my fingers around the huge bulge, he stiffened as expected. I’d caught him, in a sense, with his pants down.