Designed for Murder (Killer Style 4)

“What kind of girl is that?” He lowered his mouth to her jaw as his fingers went to work on freeing her shirt from her waistband.

She buried her fingers in his hair and tilted her head back, exposing more of her neck to his touch. “The kind who goes home with a guy she just met.”

Taking full advantage of her position, he kissed his way down the long, smooth column of her throat, licking the pulse point and grazing his teeth across the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck. She shivered against him, letting out the softest of moans. Even though it killed him a little, he paused in his downward trajectory.

He twisted the shimmery material of her shirt around his fingers just enough so that the slightest of pulls would free it, giving him access to more of her soft skin. “So do you want me to call a cab for you?”

She tightened her grip on his head and pushed him back so he had no choice but to look at her. The sight of her kiss-swollen mouth mesmerized him, so full and wet and pink; they were the kind of lips that gave him all sorts of ideas.

She yanked his hair, and he shot his gaze up to hers. “You call a cab and I’ll kick you in the shins.”

“We can’t have that.” He whipped her shirt up and off before lifting her so her center fit snug against his hard cock that was straining against his jeans. The move did more to drive up the tension revving through him than ease it, but a little bit of heaven was better than none. “I’m delicate.”

She wrapped her lithe legs around his waist and undulated against him. “Doesn’t feel that way to me.”

He strode over to the island dividing the living room from the kitchen and slipped his fingers up to her bra closure. The hook slipped free at the same moment he set her sweet ass down on the counter. The position had her snug up against him while leaving his hands free to push the black straps of her bra over her narrow shoulders. It was as close to perfect as they could get while still partially dressed. The lacy material dropped down her arms before getting hung up on the crook of her elbow. More than a handful but not by much, her tits were topped off by pale brown nipples that he couldn’t wait to taste.

“Like what you see?” She let her bra fall to the floor and reached behind him so she could unzip her boots. The shift pressed her hard nipples against his pecs. “How about what you feel?”

“Without a doubt.” He grabbed the island, needing something to hold on to so he didn’t rip her pants off and bury himself deep within her right fucking now. Control. He had to maintain control, even if there was something about Mika that pushed him right over the edge and into territory he wasn’t familiar with—all he knew was that he had to have her.

“If you don’t take off your pants,” she said as one of her boots hit the floor with a thud, “bend me over this island…” The thunk announced her other boot had joined the first. “And fuck me until I can’t see…” She flicked open the top button of her jeans and wriggled them over her hips. “I’m going to call that cab back myself.”

“You are nothing but trouble.” He got a condom out of his wallet and shucked off his jeans.

“In all the best ways.” She hopped down from the island, turned, stood on her tiptoes, and bent over the granite surface before looking over her shoulder at him. “I promise.”

Her ass had looked amazing in the jeans. Bent over his island, it looked even better.

“Spread your legs.” He rolled on the condom as she complied.

He sank one finger, then another between her slick folds, sliding in and out as he moved his other hand into position so he could rub her sensitive clit. His cock jumped when her walls closed tightly around his fingers and she arched her body, giving him the sexiest view of her back. “You like that?”

“Yes.” She pushed back against his hand.

He increased the speed, turning and twisting his fingers as he did so. The mewling, needy moan told him everything he needed to know. Delving deeper, he cupped his hand, letting his thumb rest in the crack of her ass and rubbed the back of his fingers hard against the bundle of nerves just inside her wet center.

She trembled. “God, I’m coming.”

Moisture coated his fingers, as sweet and hot as she was. She went limp against the granite, her eyes closed and her breathing fast. He glided his palms over the silky smooth globes of her ass, reveling in the fact that she rotated her hips in time with his gentle stroking even as she slowly came back to herself.

“I can still see.” She delivered her complaint with a contented sigh.

He gave her a soft smack on the ass. “Your eyes are closed.”

She opened them, revealing their desire-darkened whiskey-brown color. “Better?”

Carlos didn’t answer with words. Instead, he did what he’d wanted to do since she’d walked across the bar in those painted-on jeans: he sank himself deep within her and didn’t stop until she sheathed his entire length.

Tight and warm, she took hold of him and didn’t let go, lifting her hips to meet his every thrust and crying out her pleasure. The sound made his balls tighten almost as much as the feel of her against him. Grasping her hips, he tilted them up just enough to change the angle so that with every plunge forward he would hit her G-spot, and then he reached forward with one hand so the tip of his middle finger pressed against her clit, tapping out a rhythmic beat. She cried out his name and tightened around him, pushing him over the edge and into oblivion as he came hard enough to make the world disappear.

The temptation to collapse right there on the kitchen floor was powerful, but he had plans for the rest of the night—just as soon as he caught his breath. Bracing his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush Mika beneath him, he slowly came back to the world. He blinked open his eyes to see her staring at him over her shoulder with a satisfied smile on her face.

She sighed and let her eyelids droop lower. “I might never see again.”

Feeling more relaxed and at ease than he had in longer than he could remember, Carlos laughed. “What good would I be if I couldn’t fuck you back to seeing?”

“No good at all.” She nibbled on her bottom lip.