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CHRISSY FELT SAKS’ heart hammer against her chest as his mouth covered hers with a kiss that made her bones melt. She fell into him as he wrapped his strong arms around her body, and she leaned into his muscled upper body. The scent of his cologne, the leather of his jacket, the salty taste of his mouth, assaulted her senses and stole her reason.
She was supposed to be mad at him. He had ridiculous nerve! After the day she’d had...he deserved a slap in the face, or something.
Except those thoughts flew out the window as he kissed her. She could scarcely breathe as his broad hands cupped her bottom, the heat from them burning through her jeans and teasing her with more desire. He pulled her flush against him and his thick erection pressed against her front, reminding her of the very real pleasure it brought her not long again. Saks’ tongue claimed her mouth again and again. It caressed hers with an insistent intensity that demanded she yield all resistance to his attentions. And she wanted to. She so wanted to get lost in all the delicious things that only he could do.
He shifted one hand and trailed along her inner thigh. Using two fingers, he stroked between her legs, murmuring words she half heard. “Yeah, baby, you’re so hot,”
A need rapidly filled her. She bucked against his fingers as the heat between her legs built into an unquenchable flame.
Saks’ head dipped to her breasts, nuzzling the cleft between them. Her arms were around his neck, cleaving him to her. He brought his other hand to her breast, firmly cupping it as the velvet warmth of his lips rained kisses on her exposed skin. But he wasn’t satisfied with this bit of her skin. He pushed the edge of her neckline over the swell of her breasts, and attacked her nipple through the thin lace of her bra. A sharp surge of pleasure poured through her body, and she gasped.
Saks nipped her nipple with his teeth, not hard, but with just enough sting to swirl with the pleasure racing through her.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned.
He pulled his mouth from there and peppered her neck with little nips. The tip of his tongue traced the shell and the back of her ear, sending a shower of tingles down her spine. “Baby, baby,” he murmured as his fingers continued their assault between her legs, against her wet panties. “I want to lay you down, spread your legs, and bury my cock so deep inside you I won’t know where I begin and you end. So soft. So sweet. So fucking hot.”
His dirty words sparked a wave of need that overtook Chrissy. She’d never wanted a man this badly. A sudden wave of weakness made her arms useless, and the only thing holding her upright was Saks and his fingers between her legs. Chrissy couldn’t help but moan, couldn’t stop it if she tried. This man was so fucking hot. Why had she ignored him? He was on fire, and he was sweeping her along a tide of passion that was indescribably good. She rose higher as wet heat pooled in her panties. A firestorm gathered in her core that she was helpless to stop.
Her breathing sped up as her heart raced in her chest. She felt Saks tug her skirt up; she didn’t stop him. She didn’t want to. His fingers slipped into her panties. His touch sent shivers as he stroked and pressed against her opening. A whimper escaped from her throat.
Saks withdrew his fingers and, desperate for friction, she ground her hips to his shaft hardened like steel behind the denim of his jeans.
He smiled. “Eager,” he said with satisfaction. He put his fingers to his mouth and sucked on her juices. “So fucking sweet,” he sighed. “Here, baby,” he said, offering his fingers to her mouth. “Suck on these.” His fingers slid into her mouth; she licked the digits and he growled. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “Keep that up and I’ll come just from you sucking on my fingers.”
Saks slipped his other hand inside her panties, and after stroking her once he slipped his fingers inside her entrance.
A ripple of pleasure tore through her. “Damn,” Chrissy said, which came out a moan. Encouraged, he curled his hand and rubbed with his heel as he slipped in and out of her wetness.
“Fuck,” Chrissy said as he stroked her g-spot. White stars floated inside her eyelids, and her toes curled. She panted as he reached deeper, stroking her inner folds with intent.
“I’ll have this,” he whispered, “over and over again.”
Then he pressed his thumb to her clit, making small circles, gliding against her tender bud hard with need.
“Please,” she whimpered, though she wasn’t sure for what she pleaded.
“I’ll please you, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
As though his hands dominating her core weren’t enough, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, hard and without mercy.
The taste and scent of him filled her senses, and what he was doing to her body overwhelmed her. With a sharp gasp she burst apart, bucking against his hand, fire spreading through her, pleasure firing through every nerve ending she had. “Saks!”
He didn’t stop his assault until her body slumped against his.
Her ragged breathing was the first thing she noticed when she was able to think again. Chrissy was plastered against Saks, unable to move. Not wanting to move. No man had ever so thoroughly stolen her senses from her. She liked it. She liked being in this back yard of the bar, the chance of being caught, the smell of beer and leather. It all felt incredible. Damn the stupid Rocco she was supposed to meet. She didn’t give a shit at this moment. Saks could do things to her all night.
He commanded her body like she was the instrument he was meant to play, a virtuoso with his mouth and fingers, a god of desire. If he asked it, she would lay on the hood of her car and let him take her then and there, in a public place, regardless of who might watch.
Then reality settled in as her breathing slowed. She was in a public place, her family nearby, the man she was supposed to meet somewhere in the buildling and... she straightened and pulled her skirt down, then fixed her top.
“What’re you doing,” he asked huskily.
Chrissy was damned. She would go to hell and roast. She deserved it. Shamelessly, she was leading this man on, this incredible, delicious man, for her own selfish pleasure. While, right now, inside the Red Bull, the man her family wanted her to marry waited for her.
Yet, with whatever neurons that were left whole in her brain, the thought flashed through her that if Saks asked her to leave with him to go to his apartment, she’d do it. Not just because she didn’t want Saks to see the man waiting for her. That would be a disaster, especially since Saks acted crazy over Gloria’s boyfriend. No. Because of the electric spark that shot through her when he took her hand. Her body followed him willingly out of the bar when her brain said it was the most stupid idea ever. It was if his touch lit up every cell of her body, awakening her to possibilities that did not exist before she met him.
Like indescribable pleasure.
Saks caressed her upper arms, and she moaned as fire spread all through her again. How could he do this? Why did this man, someone she barely knew, and one so different from all the men she’d met, make her want to give everything she had without question?
“Oh, baby,” he murmured. “You are so hot. And tasty. I want to lick you from your neck to the tips of your toes, and then go back up your delicious body.”
Chrissy swallowed hard. She mustn’t do this. Getting involved with Saks was absolutely the wrong thing to do. Whether she would marry this man her family picked out or not, the repercussions for Saks were huge. They were possibly life-threatening.
One did not mess with the Serafina family.
“Whoa, hold up there,” she said, pulling herself away.
“What?” Confusion washed over his handsome face, and Chrissy bit her lip.
“I’m so sorry. But this...this is a bad idea.”
“I don’t care,” Saks said. “It doesn’t seem like a bad idea to me. Give me your car keys.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“Look, Mr. Anthony Parks, this isn’t going to be a thing.”
“What isn’t?” he said, a teasing smile on his lips.
“You and me. Meeting up in a bar and running off to your apartment.”
“We seem like a good thing. You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever met and, yeah, if I can get you into my bed, I will.”
“Let me go,” she said, straining against his strong arms. But he wouldn’t release her. Instead, he gave her that damnable smirk, as if he knew every racy thought she had about him.
“Chrissy?” a masculine voice called. Damn. Marcus.
“Saks, you’ve got to let me go,” she whispered, panicking.
“Why? So, you can go running to big, tall, and dimwitted?”
Marcus absolutely would go ape-shit if he found Saks holding Chrissy. Or knew what they’d been doing. If there was one reliable thing about her sister’s boyfriend it was that he loved the enforcing part of his job a little too much. And with the shots Saks took at him in the bar, Marcus would take special delight in pounding Saks into the pavement.
“Chrissy? Are you okay?” Marcus called in the dark. His voice was closer, though she couldn’t see him yet. He was probably coming around the building any minute.
“Come on, Saks. You don’t understand,” Chrissy whispered urgently. “He’ll hurt you.”
“I’d like to see him try.”
“You’re a smug bastard,” she said, despite her paranoia.
“You seem to like it.”
“I. Do. Not. Let me go, you Neanderthal. Before I—”
“You’ll what? Scream?” He wouldn’t let go of her hand. He wasn’t gripping it painfully, but he held it with no intention of letting go. He grinned wickedly. Not the kind of grin to fear, but the kind that said he would love to bring her to the brink of screaming again. “I’ve heard you scream before, baby. And we both know you like it.”
She had to get back to the bar. This was only going to end up a big mess, and someone would get hurt if she stayed with Saks. Most likely him. At the hands of her family. She twisted suddenly in his arms and broke free. As she shifted her weight, she stepped on his foot accidentally...in her stiletto heels. While his thick biker boots protected his feet, she wasn’t as lucky and she stumbled. Her knee flew up to try to catch herself. It plowed into him, right in the family jewels. She caught herself as her leg came down. Saks wasn’t as lucky.
“Fuck,” he cursed. Pain punctuated his words, and he stumbled back.
“Chrissy!” Marcus rumbled. He was now just a few feet from them. “You okay?”
Saks bent over, trying to recover from the shock of Chrissy’s accidental shot to his groin.
“I’m fine,” she said as Marcus came into view. “He’s not.”
Saks shot her an angry glare. “Excuse me, princess,” he said. “Had I known you felt so strongly about the matter, I wouldn’t have bothered.”
“You keep your mouth shut, shithead,” Marcus growled.
Saks straightened, though he winced in pain, and stared at Marcus. They both stood there, though Saks’ shoulders were slightly scrunched. They squared off, taking the measure of the other.
Chrissy was terrified this would turn out to be a serious knocking of heads. A stupid pissing contest.
“Saks,” another voice said.
Chrissy watched another person emerge from the darkness, a man who had stood with Saks in the bar.
“How you doin’, buddy?” the man asked. He wore a leather jacket like Saks, only his name patch said ‘Spade’.
“Okay, Luke. Just saying goodbye to the lady here.” Saks tipped an imaginary hat. “Good night to you, princess.”
Saks limped away, and Chrissy heard Luke say, “Let me help you back to the bar.”
Marcus and Chrissy slowly followed behind.
Gloria trotted up to her the minute she spotted them. “What happened? How’d it go with tall, dark, and handsome?”
“You mean Saks? Awful.” Chrissy could feel the burn spreading across her face and down her neck. Did her hair look mussed and her lips look kissed? What had she been thinking? Or not thinking was the better way to look at it.
“Why? What happened?”
“I did something horrible.”
“What,” Gloria broke out laughing. She jabbed in the direction of Saks holding his crotch, “did you do?”
She hadn’t meant to hurt Saks. Marcus stared at both women like they were crazy. “Shut up. I kneed him in the family jewels.”
Gloria found the news even more hilarious, and she shook with laughter. “Now that’s a story to tell the grandchildren.” Gloria broke out into another chorus of hiccupping laughter.
“Gloria!” Chrissy hissed. “It’s not funny. Not one bit.”
“Chrissy—” Marcus started in a warning voice, but Gloria elbowed him.
“Marcus,” Gloria said with a grin, “don’t spoil my fun now. I don’t often get juicy bits like this to use against my big sister.”
Chrissy glared at Gloria. “You’re an evil witch.”
“Hah, hah,” Gloria said, unconcerned with Chrissy’s insult. And Gloria was right. A story like this was bad. Chrissy had no business going off with a man she wasn’t there to meet. That Chrissy accidentally kneed him in the nuts might redeem her in a small manner, but the original offense was damning. Her sister’s enjoyment at having a bit of blackmail to use against her was just one more humiliation in a dreadful situation.
Marcus grabbed Gloria around the shoulders and steered her toward exit. “You go home, Chrissy,” he said over his shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m going to tell the old man. Minga, you fucked things up good.”
Chrissy watched them go. Could this day get any worse?
