Authors: AJ Hampton
“
You aren
’
t safe, Eva.
”
She shook her head, almost as if the action could make all the pieces fall into place.
“
No.
”
The conviction in her voice sent him reeling; she didn
’
t believe him.
“
I know Grady, he didn
’
t kill Greg. He never would have set it up so I
’
d find the body. Never. Until tonight he
’
d never so much as raised his voice to me.
”
How dare she defend him? Before he could stop himself, he buried his hand in the tangle of curls and drew her head back. Images of their night together flipped through his mind. He saw Eva on her knees, mouth stretched over his cock. The image morphed. In Peter
’
s place stood the cop.
Jealousy burned almost as hot as the rage. He spoke through clenched teeth.
“
He
’
s the reason you won
’
t leave town.
”
Eva gripped his wrist, tried to pull away with all the success of a gnat annoying a bear. He tightened his fist and pulled her an inch from his face. Her nails dug into his forearm, the thick cotton of his shirt muting the sensations.
“
Tell me.
”
He brushed his nose against hers, aligned their mouths but didn
’
t close the distance. If he kissed her, he would fuck her right here on the side of the highway.
“
Are you still screwing him? Am I the asshole whose been pissing in another man
’
s pool?
”
“
That
’
s disgusting. Let me go.
”
He eyed her mouth, recalled how sweet she tasted. He licked his lips and spoke slowly, each word defined with a growl he couldn
’
t control.
“
Answer. The. God. Damn. Question. Are you fucking him, yes or no?
”
A defiant, nearly irresistible, heat filled her eyes.
“
No.
”
His mouth came down on hers, hard and demanding. He didn
’
t ask, didn
’
t wait for her to open. His tongue pressed inside, demanding entrance. Another unwanted image hit him. He saw Grady pushing Eva onto her stomach, shoving into her from the back.
The leopard slammed against his self-control, a battering ram plowing through splintered wood. Blood. Death. Revenge.
He pulled from her mouth.
“
You might not be fucking him now, but you used to.
”
She glared up at him, chest rising and falling with every breath. Her heaving breasts pushed at her gaping coat. Silence hung between them, heavy and damning. It was all the confirmation he needed.
Tonight he dies
, the feline demanded. Agreed.
To Eva, he said,
“
Answer me.
”
His voice was more animal than man.
“
It
’
s none of your business.
”
“
You bet your sweet ass it
’
s my business,
Angel
.
”
She flinched, but stopped her struggles to pull away from him.
“
I told you not to call me that.
”
He licked her lower lip before closing his teeth around the flesh. He tugged. When she leaned in for his kiss, he indulged her. Breaking away, he kissed her chin, nipped her neck. He drew his tongue up the column of her throat, sucked her earlobe into the heat of his mouth and earned a trembling moan for his efforts.
He whispered against her ear.
“
You are mine.
”
Desire filled her eyes and possessiveness swirled inside him at her body
’
s acceptance of his claim. She drew her lip between her teeth. Lifting and then twisting, Eva climbed onto his lap. Slowly, oh so fucking slowly, she straddled the ridge in his jeans. The heat of her bare pussy soaked through the denim. Damn, she was naked beneath her dress.
Unable to resist, he thrust, rolling upward to press along her sensitive clit. She sucked in a breath and rocked her hips in a sensual rhythm that had him ready to come in his pants. He let go of her hair and closed a hand on either side of her thighs, just under the hem of her skirt. He skimmed up silky flesh, drew the dress with him. Her skin was creamy. Soft. Perfect.
She leaned in close and pressed her breasts against his chest. Mouth an inch from his, she whispered,
“
You know what I think?
”
He could barely speak he was so turned on. His hands tightened on her flesh. He
’
d play her game. For now.
“
What?
”
“
I think,
”
she let out the sound a woman makes right before she orgasms. Breathy. Low. Normally followed by
“
Oh, Peter,
”
and a
“
Yes, God, I
’
m coming
”
. Her voice hardened against his ear.
“
I think you should go fuck yourself, you arrogant prick. No one owns me.
”
Her hands came between them and she pushed off his chest, trying to remove herself from his lap.
The conniving little bitch. God, he loved it.
He might have laughed if he weren
’
t moments away from bending her over the seat. Before she could move an inch, he tightened his hands around her thighs and held her in place. Eva needed another lesson. He smashed his lips against hers, taking her mouth in a deliberately rough kiss. Her moan was immediate. The sound gripped his cock, stroked it. The hands that had been trying to push him away now ran up flannel stretched tight over muscles in his chest. Her palm stalled over the pounding beat of his heart. She fisted the fabric, yanked him closer.
Yes.
She belonged to him. No one else. The hand he had up her skirt curved inward. A rumbling noise of approval vibrated through him. He tore his mouth from hers, stared into her eyes.
“
This,
”
he plunged two fingers into her sex. She gasped, and he leaned in close to taste the sweetness of the sound.
“
Is mine, Eva, and I
’
m going to prove it.
”
Curving his fingers, he found the hard knot of her G-spot and coaxed a ripple of pleasure from her. Pressing against her clit with this thumb, he thrust in and out of her channel. She
’
d sing for him, he
’
d make damn sure of it.
“
I
’
m not yours,
”
she said on a keening cry. Her words didn
’
t stop her from moving her hips against him.
“
Wrong answer.
”
It took him one second to unzip his pants, another to position himself at her entrance and plunge home.
She cried out, a sound of shock, pain and pleasure. Her nails bit into his shoulder, the sharp bite just enough to keep him from coming on the spot. She was hot and tight. He gripped her slender waist, forced her body down as he thrust up. Jolts of pleasure tightened his stomach, propelled him
forward
for another taste of heaven.
He pressed his mouth against her neck and devoured. His teeth closed around skin, and he bit down. Above him, Eva pressed a palm flat against the headrest and rocked. He slammed his eyes closed, willed his climax away. She rode his cock, every jerk of her hips coming quicker and quicker.
“
Harder,
”
she moaned.
No. He was in control, not her. The flesh beneath his teeth broke, hot blood spilling into his mouth. The copper stung his tongue, spurred his appetite for more. He gripped her hip, stopped her damn writhing, and pounded into her body with the ruthless abandon of a wild animal. Harder. Harder. Harder. Every thrust sent his cock deeper into her gripping channel. Tight vaginal muscles squeezed, let go, squeezed, the sensations drawing unnamed pleasure from deep inside of him.
Nothing should be this good.
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, the bite of salt adding to the scents of sex. He gripped the back of Eva
’
s neck, found her hair damp. What he wouldn
’
t give to have her naked, sweaty, his body sliding over hers. Not going to happen in a damned pick-up truck. But that didn
’
t mean he couldn
’
t have her naked. He pushed at her coat, managed to get the wool off her shoulders and onto the floorboard. The dress, still smelling of death and grief, gave no resistance, not when he unzipped and pushed the material down around her waist.
He cupped the weight of her breast before thumbing her nipple. His tongue found hers, stroked, pushed in and then out, mimicking the frenzied pace of their hips working in tandem. Her body tightened. The erotic sounds she made grew more desperate, more demanding. She was close, so damn close. His need to spill inside her drew closer.
Fuck her, mark her, claim her. Yours. Only yours.
“
Say my name,
”
he growled, breaking their kiss. He needed her to know exactly who brought her pleasure. When he was through, Grady
’
s pathetic attempt to please her would be nonexistent. He twisted her nipple, knew she got off on the pain.
“
Peter,
”
she gasped, the hand she
’
d braced on the headliner slipping.
He grabbed her arms, pinned them behind her back with one hand. He took only a moment to admire the way her breasts pushed forward, begged for his touch. God, she had great tits. With every thrust they bounced.
“
Louder,
”
he demanded.
Her pussy spasmed. She threw her head back on the crest of pleasure he saw building in her eyes. He followed with his mouth, licked the fresh bite mark on her neck. His. Lower, he swirled his tongue around a taut nipple, sucked it into his mouth.
“
Harder, Peter. Fuck me harder.
”
Their pace doubled. Shit, he was going to come, if not from the sensations, from the noises she was making. Flesh slapped together, a wet sound that proved just how bad she wanted him. He couldn
’
t stop the climax, couldn
’
t hold off much longer. His teeth closed around the nub in his mouth, and he bit gently. Eva
’
s cry was inarticulate and so damned hot. She was close enough to euphoria that he experienced the first rhythmic flutters.
“
Who
’
s fucking you?
”
he asked.
“
You, you are. Please, Peter. Make me come.
”
Had any words ever been sweeter? He wasn
’
t through. Eva writhed, her body moving with a sensual grace he
’
d not seen in any other woman. His balls clenched, the tingling pulses of his orgasm speeding his heart. Her pussy tightened on his cock, held him in place until her spasms turned violent. Above him, she shuddered. Before he could notch inside—because he felt it coming, felt the swelling, the heat, the damning evidence he belonged to her just as much as she belong to him—he pulled his dick from her depths. He all but threw her onto the seat beside him. She never batted an eye, only eagerly bent forward to take his glistening cock into her mouth.
Fisting her hair, he forced her head up and down as fast as he
’
d thrust into her body. She moaned, stroked the head of his erection with her tongue, twisted. She gripped the base of his cock and then squeezed. Up. Down. Up. Down. Oh fuck. A mere minute in her mouth had him spilling his seed down her throat. He growled his release, trembling against her like a fucking virgin.
Tension melted the stiffness holding him rigid. He hadn
’
t proven shit, only that Eva was most definitely one hell of a fuck. His hand loosened his grip in her hair, and ran a hand down her smooth, naked back. Exhausted, he fell back in his seat and closed his eyes tight. He ran a hand down the day-old growth roughing his cheeks. If he watched her swallow his essence, taking another part of him into her body, he
’
d fuck her again.
Neither of them said a single word when Eva righted her dress and climbed off him. He zipped up his jeans, put the still-running vehicle into drive and pulled back onto the road. Not a single fucking word. He didn
’
t dare look at her.