Shattered (Anderson Special Ops #4) - Melody Anne Page 0,45

with her coat. She found herself oddly disappointed nothing had happened in their private dining room. She wanted to kick herself for feeling that way, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. That’s what the man did to her.

“I guess this is where we say goodnight,” she told him as they walked through the courtyard to exit the place.

“Not a chance, Amira. I’m getting you home. I didn’t like that we arrived separately,” he told her, his hand lazily placed against her back.

“I’m calling an Uber,” she told him. She was a bit wobbly on her feet. Three bottles of wine of which she’d consumed almost half was really going to her head.

“Nope. I have a car,” he told her. He didn’t appear to be even slightly buzzed. Of course, he outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds and had so much muscle mass she was sure alcohol simply dissipated in his system.

She could try to keep arguing with him, but she knew it was useless, so she allowed him to lead her to his waiting SUV, where he helped her inside. She didn’t say a word on the way to her house, and he didn’t try to break the silence.

He stopped his car, turned it off, then stepped from it. Her shaking fingers prevented her from getting her seatbelt undone before he was opening her door. She refused to meet his gaze as he helped her from the vehicle and walked at her side to her front door. Her heart was thundering and her fingers shaking as she reached inside her purse to grab the keys.

“Thank you for a great dinner,” she told him as she finally managed to get her fingers on the keys and pulled them out. She had no idea how she was going to get the key into the lock, she was shaking that much.

“It won’t be the last,” he said, finally managing to make her snap her head up to look at him.

“Smoke . . .” she began. He just smiled. Then he took her keys and slipped them in the lock, turning the handle before pulling the keys back out and stuffing them in her purse. He pulled her into his arms and held her, not trying anything more as he gave her the best hug she’d ever been given.

All six-foot-four of him was holding her close and she found herself leaning in, resting her face on his massive chest, and breathing in the sweet, soothing scent of him. Her heart thundered, and her head began spinning. The hug lasted for what seemed hours. Finally, she pulled back and looked up, finding herself caught in his intense gaze.

“I’m not going to make it easy for you to dismiss me, not when I know you want this as much as I do,” he said, his only warning.

The very next moment, the warmth of his lips covered hers. Amira wasn’t disappointed. Smoke’s lips were sure and confident, just like him. It wasn’t a casual meeting of mouths. It was hunger, raw and untamed. It was passion and ecstasy. It was everything she’d hoped for and more. It was unlike anything she could’ve ever fantasized about as they’d sat across from one another all night. Some kisses were simply a friendly hello. This kiss was pure seduction.

His tongue traced her lips, then pushed against her teeth so she’d open to him. There was no hesitation, no doubt. He knew what he wanted, and he demanded her submission — and she gave it to him willingly.

This man wasn’t used to losing, and right now he wanted her. And for once, she wasn’t afraid to accept what he was offering. With a hunger she didn’t know she was capable of feeling, Amira lifted her arms and clasped his neck, pulling him closer.

Their tongues dueled, both fighting to deepen the kiss, each almost attempting to climb within the other. No kiss had ever inspired such an animal hunger inside her. Some men had made her believe she was frigid, incapable of passion.

Now she knew that was surely wrong. She felt anything but cold right now. She felt heat, longing, a fierce appetite for more, for . . . everything. She couldn’t get enough. Smoke swallowed the low groan that rumbled from her mouth, greedily taking it as he took everything else she was giving.

As his tongue slowed and began slipping in and out of her mouth, her core boiled over. He was telling her with his mouth exactly