“Amanda, listen to me,” he crooned at her ear. “Listen to me very carefully, baby. You have to stop. Lie still and sweet against me just for a little bit longer. ”
Like hell. He had kidnapped her. He had taken her from her home for only God knew what reason, and chances were good he would kill her before it was over it. But before he did he was going to still the fever raging in her body or she would kill him first.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, her head falling back, staring up at him in dazed wonder. He was so goodlooking. Native American features, black, black eyes, long black hair that spilled over the side of his neck as he watched her with hungry intent. He didn’t look like a man willing to kill. Those weren’t the cold blue eyes that stared at her from behind a mask, and his voice wasn’t filled with hatred.
“Ah sweetheart, that’s what has us in this mess now,” he growled, his hand tightening at her buttock, pulling at the flesh.
The action sent a strange, tightening sensation through her anus. She flushed as she remembered his fingers there, spearing into her, opening her as his mouth ate at her clit, sucking her in and sending her flying. She wanted it again.
“You did this,” she groaned, aching so bad she wondered if she would survive it. “You did this to me. Now fix it. ”
A rumbled growl vibrated in his chest.
“Soon. ”
“Now. ”
A rough chuckle, almost pain-filled, washed over her senses.
“We have company, baby. You want me to make you scream in front of them?”
“I don’t care. ” And she didn’t. All of fucking Washington D. C. could be looking on at that moment and she wouldn’t care. “Kiss me. ”
She needed his taste again.
She wiggled her hands from beneath his then, one moving to cup the hard erection as he stiffened, a hiss echoing in her ear. The other worked at his jeans again.
Her friend, Beth, had swore that all you had to do was touch their cocks and they were putty in your hands. Was it true?
The snap came undone, the zipper rasped down, and suddenly her hands were filled with steel-hard, iron-hot male cock.
“Damn it to hell,” he cursed roughly, his big body trembling as she wrapped both hands around impossibly thick flesh.
The head was flared, the shaft roughly ridged as blood pulsed just beneath the flesh. Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste him, make him as crazy with her mouth as he made her with his.
“Simon, goddammit, I’m not going to last like this. ”
His rough curse was ignored. He wasn’t saying her name, so what the hell did she care? She tried to wiggle down further, whimpering as his hard hands held her in place.
“Five more hours, Kiowa. ”
Five hours? The comment had laughter rippling through her mind. If anyone thought she was going to wait five hours and suffer through this agony of arousal, they were crazier than hell.
“Kiss me,” she whispered again, staring up at him in the dim light of the vehicle they were obviously traveling in. “Kiss me or let me touch you. Please. ”
His expression was tortured.
“Don’t you do it, Kiowa. Dammit, we don’t have time to stop for this shit. ”
She wished that voice would just shut the hell up.
She licked her lips slowly.
“I need you. It hurts, Kiowa. ”
His name whispering from her lips was the trigger. She gave herself a mental high five as a rough groan shuddered from him and his head lowered.
There was the taste, the heat she needed. Amanda opened her lips for his tongue, clamping down on it and suckling eagerly as it filled her mouth. She twisted against him, feeling his cock throb harder in her hand as he began to move over her body.