She decided that was a mate’s job. At least when a woman had a mate such as Cabal.
“I wouldn’t do that.” He cleared his throat as she moved her hand from his and laid it on his thigh. Her fingertips danced over the denim that covered the hard muscle there, moving close, then drawing away from the bulge of his hardened cock.
She watched as he took a deep breath, his chest expanding as she released her seat belt and moved in her seat.
“Hell,” he breathed out roughly as she slid one leg over his thighs and moved until she was straddling him, her body braced between him and the steering wheel.
“I’m sure this is illegal.” His voice was suddenly guttural, harsh.
“Have you ever cared about the legalities of what you do?” she asked, her head lowering to his shoulder, her lips touching his neck.
“Only if I could get caught.” His hand gripped her hip, his body tightening as she raked her teeth along his neck. “We could get caught.”
“What are we doing?”
“Driving and riding in an illegal manner?” he questioned her. “I’m sure there’s a law somewhere.”
“I’m sure,” she murmured, suddenly distracted by the taste of his flesh as her lips caressed his neck, her tongue stroking over it.
She felt a surge of power racing through her as Cabal’s hips lifted, shifted, his c**k pressing into the vee of her thighs as she moved over him. He wasn’t pushing her from him. He wasn’t denying her or ridiculing her.
“Damn, Cassa.” He was groaning instead, as she pulled his shirt from his jeans, her hand smoothing over his hard abdomen, feeling the muscles flex beneath her palm.
He was warm. So warm and hard. He made her feel soft, female, in ways she had never realized before.
“If I wreck, we’re going to be in trouble,” he warned her, but he wasn’t ordering her away. He wasn’t calling her names; he wasn’t cursing her for her temerity.
He was aroused. And he was holding her to him.
How many times had she fantasized about this? About being brave and bold with him. She had dreamed about being the woman she had never been able to be before. The woman she hadn’t known how to be.
“Don’t wreck, Cabal,” she whispered as she nipped at the hard flesh of his neck.
“Easy for you to say,” he groaned, his hand moving against her hip, shifting her against him as he rocked in the cradle of her thighs.
“Very easy for me to say.” She sighed in bliss at the feel of the hard ridge of his c**k stroking against her sensitive folds.
“What the hell has come over you?” His moan was a strangled breath of lust as his head turned, his lips stealing a quick kiss before he turned his gaze back to the road. “I thought you were going to fight this with every breath.”
“You were the one fighting.”
She leaned into the curve as he took the turn that led back to the cabin he had rented. Her knees tightened on his thighs, her hand stroked his chest.
“Cassa, baby, you’re destroying my control.”
And what had happened to her control? Where had her common sense gone or her sense of self-preservation?
It had disintegrated in his hold. It had disappeared with his first kiss.
“I own you.” She sat up on his lap as the Raider gained speed up the steep incline to the cabin.
She watched the amber in his eyes flare, watched the flush that stained his cheekbones and the lust that flared in his expression.
Her hands moved between their bodies, her fingers tearing at the closure of his jeans. She needed him. Ached for him.
“Damn you,” he growled. “What you do to me should be illegal.”
“Take it up with the ruling cabinet,” she gasped, speaking of the group that oversaw the Breed community and its laws.