All because I tried to kill him.
But I didn’t have any other choice.
He does.
Yet when I look at him, I don’t see that same stone-cold killer I saw before. The one who could think of nothing more than to murder the people I love.
Water droplets roll down his brows and lips, and I could almost lean in and suck them off.
Fuck, no, stop thinking like that, you—
Suddenly, he whisks me up in his arms and plops me up on the rock right in front of him. It’s cold up here, definitely colder than the water.
Until he looks up with a smoldering gaze and gently parts my legs.
I gulp as he bends over and presses a kiss to my knee. And another one onto my inner thigh, going higher and higher and higher, dragging his lips and rugged stubble along my skin.
When I whimper, he looks up. “Is this hurting you?”
I shake my head, and he promptly continues showering my thighs in kisses all the way up to where my pussy is already clenching. My body is overheating from the mere idea of him perched between my legs, let alone the fact that he’s probably hard and ready to fuck.
And I definitely should not be thinking about that right now.
But he makes it so hard when he kisses me so passionately that I almost melt away right on this very rock. Especially when he grips my ass with both hands and digs his fingers into my skin like he’s ready to eat me out.
He looks up with greed and hunger in his eyes. He hasn’t even kissed me there yet, let alone touched me, yet I’m already as wet as can be at the mere thought.
Oh, God.
What has he done to me?
My head tilts up, my back arching as his tongue dips out to lick the rim of my pubic bone.
And then …
Nothing.
I look down.
He’s gone.
Vanished into the water, leaving nothing but a little bubble popping at the surface.
What the fuck?
The second he reappears, he’s already marching out of the water again with a grand smile on his face like it’s no big deal. Like he didn’t just leave me stranded on a rock with a throbbing clit, drowning in desire.
Fuck.
Fuck him and that fucking bike he drove here on.
Chapter 22
Jasmine
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The entire way back, my clit is throbbing against the motorcycle’s seat, and I fucking hate it. I hate what he’s done to me. I hate that he’s made me want his tongue there so much I can’t stop thinking about it. But what I hate the most is the fact that he disappeared on me right when I was about ready to give in.