Like a prophet to his promise.
Even though she didn’t want to need his help, she did. He
hadn’t asked one thing of her in return yet. The least she could do would be to
keep her mouth shut. When he rounded the front of the car and opened her door,
she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, focusing instead on the suddenly
interesting crushed soda can on the floor at her feet. “You’re good at it, you
know.”
“I’m good at a lot of things,
sweetheart.” He unceremoniously unbuckled her seat belt and scooped her from
the front seat. “I don’t need you to tell me that.”
She pounded her fist on his
shoulder as he walked to the only visible door into the building. “I was
talking about being nice!” She pushed against his hold on her but got nowhere
fast, as usual. “I was trying to be
nice, you jerk!”
Grant stopped in his tracks and
peered down at her, his amber eyes searching hers. Searching for what she had
no clue, but damn if that panty-melting fire in his eyes didn’t cut right
through the bullshit in her brain. “You really think I’m good at being nice?”
Thalia forced herself to look
away. “I take it back. You totally suck at being anything but an asshole!”
He studied her, a big goofy grin
on his face. “I think you like me, fossa.” Heat flushed her cheeks; heat having
nothing to do with her infection or fever. You
should have just kept your big mouth shut!
Grant continued to the door, still
holding her cradled in his arms. “You hate needing my help, but,” he reached up
and pounded three times on the door, then three more, “I think you like me and
you don’t know what to do with that.”
When no one answered he carefully
sat her on her feet. “Okay, Captain Psychology, what does this mean?” She
elbowed him in the gut, extracting a satisfying groan.
Grant recovered and struck with
the stealth of a panther. Lacing his fingers into her hair he pulled her head
back, forcing her to look at him. His breath billowed out, hot and moist
against the shell of her ear as he leaned in and spoke with a growl. “It means
my little fossa, that as soon as I get you someplace safe and your leg is
healed, I’m going to bend you over and spank that smart ass of yours.”
Thalia froze, unwanted images of
being naked and on display flashed through her mind. His heavy hand splayed
across her ass and she could almost imagine the sharp bite of erotic pain.
Grant’s hot tongue slipped out and traced along the outer shell of her ear,
sending a tingling blanket of electricity dancing along her skin as he sucked
on her sensitive lobe.
“Then
I’m going to fuck you.” He turned her face and kissed along her jaw. “Long,” he
sighed, the tip of his tongue tickling the corner of her mouth. “And hard,” he
said in a low, baritone whisper just before his hand tightened in her hair and
he crushed his mouth to hers. Devouring her, his tongue rushed along hers in
long, demanding strokes like a prophet to his promise.
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