Staring down at her big, blue, worried eyes, he found himself possessed by an overwhelming need to protect her.
He was also fighting the same hunger he’d felt six months before.
The need to clutch her hair and devour her mouth.
And spank her ass beet red.
His craving for her made no sense.
But he didn’t care.
Diving his lips on hers, he devoured her mouth in an endless, all-consuming kiss, then abruptly pulling back, he clutched a fistful of hair and pressed his mouth against her ear.
“Is there a man in your life? Someone back in L.A? Someone else who’s looking for you? Is Dan the only guy on your trail?”
“I have no one,” she panted, “but Dan works for the same man I did. A drug dealer, and he’s probably in cahoots with Dan to find me.”
“But Dan’s a cop.”
“Yeah, but he’s totally corrupt. I told you that.”
“Are you into drugs?”
“No, not at all, no, I swear.”
“Then why were you working for a dealer?”
“I was trying to help the police catch him, but please, can I tell you about that later?”
Though common sense screamed at him to walk away, Scott meant what he’d said. He wasn’t about to leave her at the mercy of the bad-tempered detective. But motivating him more was how glad he was she’d returned, and having her in his arms. Sliding his hand quickly down her body, he slid his fingers inside her shorts and into her pussy. She gasped, but didn’t try to pull away.
“Why are you so fucking wet?”
“I, uh, I’m not sure.”
“I told you not to lie to me,” he growled, swiftly pulling his hand out and landing a hard slap on the side of her thigh. “Why are you so wet?”
“The dream,” she gasped. “I had wild sex with the captain, and when I woke up I was… uh…”
“Did you play with yourself?” he demanded, recalling her flushed face and sanguine state when he’d entered her cabin.
Shoving his hand back inside her shorts and pushing his finger into her hot, wet channel, he was rewarded with a deep groan.
“But it wasn’t enough.”
“No, it wasn’t,” she bleated, leaning into him. “It left me wanting so much more.”
Keeping his arm around her shoulders, he turned back to the helm, slowed their speed, then effortlessly swooped her up. As he carried her to his cabin, she murmured his name and sank into his arms, fueling his carnal hunger. Dropping her onto his bed and quickly stripping, he climbed on top of her and pinned her arms above her head.
“What is it about us,” she whispered, gazing up at him, “why do we want each other like this?”
“Don’t know, don’t care, but now we’re going to have another kind of conversation.”