Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC 4)

“You should shut up and kiss me while you’re ahead—”

My lips crash to hers, and she moans into my mouth as her arms go around my neck. Her leg slides up, and I drag it to my hip, which brings her wet skin pressed right up against mine.

We kiss until my balls ache and my dick throbs to be inside her. She keeps herself pressed as tightly against me as she possibly can, even though it feels like she can’t get close enough.

It’s different. Something’s different.

She was warming up slowly, but now she’s red-hot fire to my touch. She’s kissing me because she wants to; not because she’s giving in. Her fingers dig in like she’s the aggressor now, and a small smile barely curves my lips at the heat in her kiss.

She’s already a little bit in love with me. Or maybe she’s more in love with me than she realizes. Or maybe she doesn’t want me to know…

Doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I can feel—

A grunt slips through my lips, abruptly breaking the kiss, when Kara goes insane and punches the hell out of my side, aiming just under my ribs for maximum pain. My breath heaves out, and I drop her leg as I double over to gasp for air.

“The next time you go in with guns blazing like you’re an invincible immortal, remember that you’re still fucking human, Rush,” she says with a really emotional tone that has my eyebrows hitting my hairline.

I glance over, feeling a sense of horror, when I see the tears streaming down her reddened eyes, while she chokes back a sob and rocks from foot to foot, shaking out her hand as she glares at me.

“If you loved me like you think you do, you wouldn’t be so careless and reckless with your own life, you dick,” she goes on, angrily batting the tears away from her eyes as the shower continues to pound her back.

Now I feel like I’m the one who’s supposed to apologize.

Instead, I reach forward and grab her at the waist, effectively tossing her over my shoulder, and struggling a little with the slippery girl in my arms as she beats at my back.

“What the hell are you doing?” she snaps as I start walking her out of the bathroom.

“Taking you to fuck you out of your hysterics before I read into things and think you’re already in love with me. That could be dangerous, since I’m prepared to drag you to Vegas, slap a ring on your finger, and call you mine before I even officially kidnap you,” I quip, slapping a hand against her bare ass.

The pop cracks around the otherwise silent room, and she makes a startled sound as I smirk and drop her to the bed.

“You’re such an ass—”

Her rant cuts out when I come down on top of her, kissing her into silence on the atrocious, lumpy bed. Lightning and thunder crash outside, sending a shock of light throughout the room in ominous intervals.

The entire house quakes with one particularly obnoxious rumble of thunder, and I kiss Kara harder when she moans against my lips, her fingers digging into my hair with an almost painful grip.

When her heels press into my ass, prompting me to do more than tease her, I pin her hands above her head and slowly ease inside her, drawing it out.

“You’re such an ass,” she whispers against my lips, though this time it’s said with less anger and more exasperation.

Even through my smile, I kiss her harder to shut her up. Mostly because her insults are just a show of affection, and if she keeps on, I really will drag her off to Vegas. Now.

A groan escapes me, because I’m so worked up that just pushing inside her has my balls tightening and warning me this might be over before she even starts enjoying herself.

Her breath hitches when I slide a hand between us, knowing exactly how to speed her along with me.

Her nails cut into my hand that’s still holding hers together, keeping her at my mercy.

The way I like her.

The way she likes to be.

She makes a cry as her body bucks, trying to get away from too much stimulation at once, as I work her like I own her. Because I do. Whether she likes that fact or not.

My lips trail down her cheek, as I savor each sound and uncontrollable squirm she gives me, while chasing my own release.

“You’ll never get away from me again, Kara,” I whisper against her ear, my thrusts getting rougher as I squeeze her hands in my grip. “I’m all grown up now. Trust me when I say—”

“Stop threatening me until we’re finished with sex,” she groans, her legs wrapping around my hips as her lips hungrily seek and find mine again.