can’t control it when you’re—distracted, can you?” she asked, her smile warm and inviting.
“Obviously, you are awake enough for our departure.” He shifted into the front seat, not bothering with the door.
Charlotte laughed. He was seriously turned-on.
What had he been doing while she snoozed? Her coat was still zipped. Her bra still fastened. Surely, he hadn’t gotten…like that just looking at her face. Her features were pretty on a good day, ordinary without makeup. She had nice eyes and a curvy figure. What had gotten him all revved up?
She opened the driver’s door and slipped in behind the wheel. His posture was tense, his expression positively arctic. Uncertainty tingled down her spine.
He’d located his friends and there was nothing she could do to help him find Joon.
Unless she really was Joon’s target.
Yeah, right. Aliens traveled here from another planet looking for you. With a frustrated sigh, she started the car. “What now?”
“Return us to your dwelling,” he ground out.
“Am I free to go once I do?”
“No. I might have need of you.”
Images erupted in her mind, naked skin and long strands of silky black hair. Heat pulsed through her apprehension. “Look. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“I’m not embarrassed.”
“I didn’t mean to make you angry.” She tried again.
Without warning, he pounced on her. His hands found her upper arms and dragged her across the console and back into his lap. She yelped as her hip hit the molded plastic, but she landed safely, her legs draped over her own seat.
“I haven’t been with a woman for a very long time,” he said, his voice rough and urgent. “Holding you, feeling your soft body pressed against me, stimulates my senses. I have been trying to keep my hands off you, to stop myself from doing this.” His mouth claimed hers. He shoved his fingers into her hair, guiding her head to a more comfortable angle. The initial aggression gave way to persuasion and—seduction. He teased the seam of her lips with slow sweeps of his tongue. She groaned and opened for him, inviting a deeper exploration.
She raised her arms to circle his neck and felt his hair curl around her fingers. She tugged off her other glove. Strands of his silky hair encircled those fingers too and she shivered. The subtle clicking of her coat’s zipper warned of his intent, but she couldn’t stop kissing him.
Did she really want to stop him?
His warm fingers played against her ribs, hovering there, waiting to see if she would protest. When she didn’t, he cupped her breast. Charlotte moaned into his mouth and he returned the sound with his spicy breath.
The heat of his palm sank right through the lacy material of her bra. It wasn’t enough. She wanted to be naked. She wanted to feel his hands and his mouth and his hair all over her tingling skin. Squirming against his palm, she felt her nipple tighten and ache.
Oh, she wanted his mouth there, suckling, firm and hot.
A distinct throb erupted deep in her body. She pressed her thighs together, wishing they had more room. Was that spicy scent an aphrodisiac? Some sort of alien pheromone?
He pushed her sweater up and captured her nipple through the fabric of her bra. It still wasn’t enough!
Impatiently, she snapped open the clasp with one hand and he gladly did the rest. His fingers stroked her breast while his mouth feasted upon its sensitive crest.
Her head bumped against the window. They needed a bed—badly. He continued to suckle while his hand danced down across her tummy to cup her sex through her jeans. Charlotte cried out. Why hadn’t he started this while they were still in the backseat?
He drew firmly on her nipple. She arched her back, pressing him against her, lost in the urgency consuming both of them.
Suddenly his head snapped up, his eyes wide, his features contorted with pain.
“Tal,” she cried.
He shook, his head falling back against the seat.
“He—is—here.” He
“Obviously, you are awake enough for our departure.” He shifted into the front seat, not bothering with the door.
Charlotte laughed. He was seriously turned-on.
What had he been doing while she snoozed? Her coat was still zipped. Her bra still fastened. Surely, he hadn’t gotten…like that just looking at her face. Her features were pretty on a good day, ordinary without makeup. She had nice eyes and a curvy figure. What had gotten him all revved up?
She opened the driver’s door and slipped in behind the wheel. His posture was tense, his expression positively arctic. Uncertainty tingled down her spine.
He’d located his friends and there was nothing she could do to help him find Joon.
Unless she really was Joon’s target.
Yeah, right. Aliens traveled here from another planet looking for you. With a frustrated sigh, she started the car. “What now?”
“Return us to your dwelling,” he ground out.
“Am I free to go once I do?”
“No. I might have need of you.”
Images erupted in her mind, naked skin and long strands of silky black hair. Heat pulsed through her apprehension. “Look. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“I’m not embarrassed.”
“I didn’t mean to make you angry.” She tried again.
Without warning, he pounced on her. His hands found her upper arms and dragged her across the console and back into his lap. She yelped as her hip hit the molded plastic, but she landed safely, her legs draped over her own seat.
“I haven’t been with a woman for a very long time,” he said, his voice rough and urgent. “Holding you, feeling your soft body pressed against me, stimulates my senses. I have been trying to keep my hands off you, to stop myself from doing this.” His mouth claimed hers. He shoved his fingers into her hair, guiding her head to a more comfortable angle. The initial aggression gave way to persuasion and—seduction. He teased the seam of her lips with slow sweeps of his tongue. She groaned and opened for him, inviting a deeper exploration.
She raised her arms to circle his neck and felt his hair curl around her fingers. She tugged off her other glove. Strands of his silky hair encircled those fingers too and she shivered. The subtle clicking of her coat’s zipper warned of his intent, but she couldn’t stop kissing him.
Did she really want to stop him?
His warm fingers played against her ribs, hovering there, waiting to see if she would protest. When she didn’t, he cupped her breast. Charlotte moaned into his mouth and he returned the sound with his spicy breath.
The heat of his palm sank right through the lacy material of her bra. It wasn’t enough. She wanted to be naked. She wanted to feel his hands and his mouth and his hair all over her tingling skin. Squirming against his palm, she felt her nipple tighten and ache.
Oh, she wanted his mouth there, suckling, firm and hot.
A distinct throb erupted deep in her body. She pressed her thighs together, wishing they had more room. Was that spicy scent an aphrodisiac? Some sort of alien pheromone?
He pushed her sweater up and captured her nipple through the fabric of her bra. It still wasn’t enough!
Impatiently, she snapped open the clasp with one hand and he gladly did the rest. His fingers stroked her breast while his mouth feasted upon its sensitive crest.
Her head bumped against the window. They needed a bed—badly. He continued to suckle while his hand danced down across her tummy to cup her sex through her jeans. Charlotte cried out. Why hadn’t he started this while they were still in the backseat?
He drew firmly on her nipple. She arched her back, pressing him against her, lost in the urgency consuming both of them.
Suddenly his head snapped up, his eyes wide, his features contorted with pain.
“Tal,” she cried.
He shook, his head falling back against the seat.
“He—is—here.” He
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