It’s crazy, utterly ridiculous, but in spite of all that has happened between us, my entire body is set ablaze. Pinned between the wall and his powerful frame, the heat of his kiss makes me feel lightheaded until my hands stop pushing at his chest and instead clutch the front of his cut, gripping the leather as if he’s air and I’m starved for oxygen.
A deep hum vibrates from him, rich with approval. My senses reel, and any hope of retaining sense fades fast. I whimper against his marauding kiss, desperate not to lose myself in him, to maintain the hatred and anger over all that he’s done. They are the only hope I have of keeping myself sane around this man.
Then, his tongue darts in, a single searing lick, and I’m lost.
My head buzzes with need, my heartbeat thudding in my ears. As if he’s aware of his affect on me, he deepens the kiss. His tongue plunders mercilessly, and he’s kisses me so hard his teeth scrape mine.
When he finally lifts his head, my chest is heaving, and I’d probably fall to the floor at his feet if he weren’t pinning me in place.
Without his mouth on mine, awareness of the situation filters in. The clink of dishes from the kitchen nearby and the distant sound of customers’ voices reaches my ears. Shame and anger turn my face hot.
“Spider, you can’t do this here!” I hiss, shoving at his chest again.
He smirks. “Can’t I?” He seizes my chin between his fingers and pushes my head back, pressing it to the wall so that I can’t do anything but stare helplessly up at him. His eyes gleam, daring me to fight him.
“Let’s get one thing straight.” His voice is so gruff he sounds almost demonic. “You belong to me. I can do whatever the fuck I want with you, and no one will help you.”
Oh, Lord, he’s right. I saw the way people looked at us walking in here. They’re afraid of the Outlaws. No one would dare interfere.
My chest rises and falls fast. My gaze veers toward the empty opening of the hall. His fist tightens around my hair, trapping my head, leaving me nowhere to look but up into his blazing, possessive eyes.
“It’s time we did something about this fucking prudishness of yours.” His lips taunt mine, tempting me to fall into his world of sin and debauchery. “I should take you back out there and bend you right over a table. Do you right in front of everyone.”
Heaven help me, no.
Not trusting myself to speak, I shake my head jerkily.
His hand releases my jaw and lowers to my chest, gliding with an insidious slowness over my breasts and down my front. Spider’s fingers pause on the hem of my pants, teasing my fears and making my skin tingle all at once.
Then a new fear sets in, quickly turning to panic.
Forget anyone seeing us. If he decides to take me right now, it’ll be almost impossible for him not to discover the wallet tucked into the back of my panties.
I push at his hand, not having to fake the embarrassment at the idea of us being caught. “Spider, please. Someone will see!”
“I don’t give a fuck. I told you before, we aren’t shy about this shit. Stop being so uptight.”
His tongue flicks out, searing my lips with a frighteningly open sensuality, a shamelessness that has my sex aching and soaked. He has me, I’m not getting out of this, and he knows it. He really can do whatever he wants to me, he knows it, and he’s reveling in it.
His fingers toy with the button on my pants, lingering. His lips hover inches from mine, the heat of them tantalizing, tempting.
“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, Emma Wineman.” His voice is throaty, and the need in it makes my whole body hum.
This man is insane. I need to stop this crazy train, and not because I don’t want him finding that blasted wallet. I can’t let myself get lost in him, not after what he’s done, and yet I can feel myself being sucked deeper into him. Wanting to be devoured, corrupted by him.
His fingers slide around to the back of my pants, teasing the lower part of my butt with slow circles. They’re inches from the pouch hidden there. Instinctively, I reach behind me, tugging at his wrist.
Spider’s eyes dance, mocking my fear. He flicks my hand off easily.