Cousin? “Quinlan Winter?” I know every person in her family but didn’t recognize him from behind.
“Yes.”
Good. I thought perhaps she was on a double date with Nico and Scarlett, who is also a distant cousin to her. “Are Nico and Scarlett dating?” It never hurts to know what’s up in the enemy camp.
Female giggling echoes and then somebody pushes against the door.
“Closed for maintenance,” I snap loudly. “Use the men’s room.”
Alana opens her mouth as if to scream and I press in, my mouth taking hers. Honey explodes across my taste buds and I kiss her under, taking her to submission. She gives a little moan, right into my mouth, and kisses me back.
God, the little smartass is perfect.
It has been hell being without her, so I drink deep from her sweet mouth, showing her exactly whom she belongs to. Finally, I lean back to let her breathe.
Her eyes blur with a lust that matches the urgency in my groin.
I draw in air, keeping control. “I’m not telling you again. Stop emoting about me. No more videos.”
She trembles and looks down at my mouth with such sweet need that I almost give in. Then her head snaps back. “Why? You going to take your big, bad knife to me like you would’ve to my poor cousin?”
My fingers flex on her hip, no doubt leaving marks. Good. She’ll wear my marks as long as I breathe. It’s too late for her now. “If I take my knife to you, baby, it won’t be to cut.”
Her frown is adorable, and so are her pink cheeks and panting breath. Her lush tits are sharp diamonds against my chest, and her thighs are clamped to my hips as if her body is light-years ahead of her sharp brain about how this is going to play out. Then she makes the mistake of challenging me. “Come on. We both know that even though you’re a psycho killer with rivals, you wouldn’t dare use a knife on me.”
Not much stuns me in this life.
She does.
Her absolute naiveté and innocence . . . not to mention lack of self-preservation. I release her hip and have my knife, one of them, in my hand before she can blink. “I understand that my temporarily trading you back to your father might have given you the impression that you’re not mine. That I won’t enforce every rule I have with you.”
Her gaze slides to the knife, and she’s not looking anywhere near frightened enough.
I flick open the blade, which is sharpened to a dangerous edge.
Her gaze lifts to mine. “Seriously?”
I shift my weight and put the blade to the top of her dress and press in.
She sucks in air, looking down. “What are you—”
In one swift motion, I slice through the sparkling material, making sure she feels the tip but it doesn’t scratch her skin. Sequins bounce all over the tile floor, and those spectacular breasts spring free. Her nipples are a pink delight, and I want my bite marks on them. Soon.
Her mouth gapes open. “My dress.”
“I’m not done.” I reach those pretty pink panties.
Panic finally has her stiffening, but it’s way too late. “I wouldn’t move if I were you.” Making sure to tuck the blade inside the material, I tear through the flimsy and very wet silk until she’s bare to me.
She tries to shift away from the knife, but I don’t let her. Her chest lifts as she holds her breath, desperately trying not to move.
I smile, lean in, and kiss her.
Alana
Tears fill my eyes from the force of his kiss. Not because I don’t like it, but because I do. How does this make sense?
My mind tries to work out reality but my body is gone. I grab onto his shoulders and dig in, reveling in the feeling of his tongue taking mine. He’s hard and dangerous, and something inside me softens, even as I’m on the edge.
I’m careful not to move. That knife is way too close to my tender parts, and I realize that I don’t know him. At all. One night of passion and a mellow morning of him feeding me breakfast was a mere slice of time. My lungs shudder and I try to pull away.
He lets me and then bites my bottom lip.
Shock cascades down my body to my aching clit and more tears fill my eyes. Gingerly, I probe with my tongue and don’t taste blood. Even so, my lip pulses with pain, and my body with fire.
I can feel wetness spill from me onto my thighs, and embarrassment heats through me.
He sinks his teeth into my upper breast. Pain and pleasure rocket together from the bite to ignite every nerve in my body. That one is going to last a while. Pleasure curves his full bottom lip and then he ducks his head again.
I suck in air, prepared for pain, but his heated mouth encloses my nipple. His tongue lashes me, and I’m unable to stop myself from pressing against him.
Metal probes my folds. The knife is at my sex.
I jerk and stop cold, my eyes widening.
