East End (Hear No Evil Trilogy #1) - Nana Malone Page 0,38

his hips again, and God, I was so close, just right there. And then his lips took mine once more, kissing me. As the sprinklers pelted us with ice cold water, I was soaked through. But I was so hot. My skin was burning as he rocked into me over and over, and his one hand scooped under my ass and lifted me closer. And fuck, God, the sparks, a shuddering heat exploded in my body, and I threw my head back. He tore his lips from mine and dragged them along my jaw and then my neck. And then he grunted. "Fuck. Fucking hell. You're so fucking sexy. I want to watch you come again and again. Somewhere private next time. So I can take my time and watch you. And torture you. And drag it out."

And then his body was lifting from mine. The hook on the front of his suit slipped off of the material of my dress, and he was standing. My dress was in disarray, hiked up, exposing my black silk thong. And his gaze went straight to my splayed-open thighs. Gently he pulled my dress down, and I couldn't move. I just stared up at the night sky. The mist of the sprinklers blocked out some of my view, but I could see the stars up above judging me. And then he did the one thing I didn't expect. He reached a hand down and helped me up.

"Follow me. I'll get you a jacket. But you're going to have to go to your car."

"What did you steal?"

"I can't tell you that."

He marched up the twenty meters to where I’d dropped my shoes when I jumped at him and picked them up. And then he helped me down the hill.

I winced when my feet hit the cobblestones, and he picked me up. Easily. Him dressed in all black. Balaclava on. Me dressed in black, soaking wet.

He carried me through the gardens and across the expansive grounds, to the side exit gate and an SUV. Black.

I frowned. Were the plates diplomatic? No. Government? Not exactly. He went around to one side, opened a door, and pulled out a blanket of some sort. He brought it to me and wrapped it around my shoulders. My teeth chattered. "Who are you?"

"I'm East Hale. But you know that. Or do you make out with strangers often?"

"I did not snog you. You snogged me."

He chuckled. "If you need to tell yourself that, fine, Agent Kinkade. I'm going to get in that car and drive off now. Do you have your phone?"

I frowned. My fucking phone. Did I have it? And then I glanced at my wrist and the wristlet that was attached to me. It had my phone inside. "Yes, I have it."

"Good. Call a friend or whoever you came with. I'm leaving."

"The hell you are. You are not leaving me on the side of the street in this soaking wet dress."

"You have a blanket and a phone. Hopefully it works after the waterworks."

He handed me back my shoes, and I stared at him. "If you leave me here, I will not stop coming after you."

"I expect nothing less."

And then he climbed into the driver's side of the car, and even though I couldn't see him, thanks to the tinted glass, I knew he was staring at me. And he pulled away.

I was going to murder East Hale the next time I saw him.

8

East

Later that night I tossed in bed. What the hell had I been thinking?

You’re a glutton for punishment.

Okay, yes, this was true. Absolutely. I was a glutton for punishment. And I was punishing myself big time. Snogging Nyla Kincade… again. What an idiotic fuck up. And who was I kidding? I would have shagged her right there on the lawn if I’d have let my dick have his way.

What the hell was wrong with me that I found it extremely hot fighting with her? It meant I was a sick puppy and had no business anywhere near the woman.

Every time I closed my goddamn eyes, I could hear her whimper. The way I'd swallowed it in my mouth. The way I'd coaxed her tongue into dancing with mine. The way her body felt pressed up and molded against me. I hadn't given a fuck where we were, in public at an Elite member’s birthday party. Anyone could have seen me kissing a fucking Interpol agent who would happily put my mates and me in jail if she