Stripped Love (Guys Next Door #1) - Baylin Crow Page 0,49

A thrill shot through me as his ragged breathing filled the car, knowing I was the cause of it. He wanted me as much as I craved him. The feeling was heady.

"It's too late now. And you don't sound sorry at all." His tone was accusing, and it made me laugh. He popped my thigh and growled. "Behave."

"I'm trying to, but I'm"—I shrugged in the dark—"hard, and I can't stop imagining how you'd feel inside me," I explained.

Phoenix shifted in his seat as he spoke through gritted teeth. "Please. Stop. Talking."

I sat still and mute as he exited the highway and slowed to a stop for the traffic light because I was genuinely starting to worry about him. His breathing was erratic as he stared down the red light. His hands shook and fingers flexed around the steering wheel and shifter. It looked like he planned to jump out and snap the thing in two.

After it flipped to green, he sped the short distance to our neighborhood and had barely pulled in the driveway before he slammed the brakes, jerked the car into park and ripped open his door.

Wide-eyed, I watched him under the dim glow that came from the single street light as he whipped around the hood. In a frenzy of motion, my door was wrenched open, my belt unlatched, and then firm arms banded my waist, hauling me from the car. My back hit the side of the car, and before I could mumble a single word, rain-slicked lips slanted over mine.

The downpour came in sheets of cold water, the chill made worse with the fierce wind wrapping around us.

I felt none of it.

His heat seeped through the clothes clinging to my body as his tongue pressed between my parted lips, stealing my breath and my ability to think beyond the feel of his mouth moving over mine—aggressive and possessive. The fever built until we were nothing more than teeth, tongues, and lips fighting to get closer. Deeper.

Thunder rumbled a warning, and the smell of wet grass rose and electricity crackled in the air, heightening the buzz thrumming in my veins. I wanted more. Needed it.

He angled his head to dive deeper, and I moaned into his mouth as I held him in place with my arms locked around his neck.

My grip loosened, and I smoothed my palm across his chest, sweeping over a stiff nipple that made him shudder. Around his hip, I continued my path and gripped a handful of his toned ass. Yanking him against me, I sucked in a harsh breath as my dick rubbed against his. His groan clawed up from deep inside his throat, and I reveled in the sound. I wasn’t sure how long we kissed, clawing at each other to get closer. Time lost all meaning until he pulled back and his knuckle tipped my chin. Rain dripped from his eyelashes and thick lips that curled on one side as he stared down at me for several long seconds.

"Phoenix?" My eyes searched his, seeming to break the trance.

"You're perfect," he whispered. "Absolutely fucking perfect."

My pulse pounded at his words. But before I had time to respond, he took my hand and led me toward his house at a fast clip. Keys shaking, he fumbled with the lock. The door flew open and he tugged me inside before kicking the door closed. He reached back and relocked it.

Then I was in his arms again, caged tight to his chest, and swept into another dizzying kiss. He blindly led us down the dark hallway, unwilling to release my body or lips. By the time we reached his bed, my knees wobbled and my lungs screamed for oxygen.

We broke apart, lungs heaving for air. The first crack of lightning lit up the room, revealing the desperation etched in his features and the untamed fire blazing in his eyes.

"I need you," I whispered and slowly lowered to sit on the bed.

"You do, huh?" The jangle of his belt buckle mixed with his unsteady breathing. "Tell me exactly what you need, babe. My mouth on your cock?" The swish and rustle of his clothes filled the room as he quickly tore off his clothes. And then my sock and shoes joined them on the floor. “My tongue and fingers in your ass? What do you want, Arch?"

Another streak of lightning whipped from the sky, revealing his inked body. I drank in the sight of Phoenix. Dick hard in his fist, he stroked in a