Danger (The Driven World)

He’s been different. More relaxed. More like the type of man he wants to be.

It’s like the pulse of Chicago has revived him, making him more free.

I smile as the city lights dazzle against the setting sun. “We’ve walked and eaten everything we possibly can.”

Danger smiles, grabbing my hand in his. “Let’s get to the hotel room.” And then like a real fiance would do to a real fiancée, he kisses me. Lightly. Ever so gently.

And it sends chills racing through my body.

I can only imagine what the rest of the night has in store for us, but one thing’s for certain, I’m not afraid.

I welcome his touch. I want his hands on me.

After we check in, Danger opens the magnetic lock on the door, and then lifts me up to carry me bride-style across the threshold.

I laugh. “We’re not married. You don’t need to pick me up.”

He licks his lips, walking me inside, and kicking the door shut. “I most definitely need to pick you up.”

“Why?”

“So I can drop you right where I want you.” He deposits me on the bed, and leans over me. “I’ve been thinking about being alone with you all day.”

“Well, why didn’t we get here sooner?”

He brings his mouth down on me, and I sweep my tongue across his bottom lip. He pulls away, a wicked gleam in his eye. “I’m not going to be very gentle with you tonight.”

I suck in a breath, knowing full well I don’t want him to be. “Good.”

He kisses me again, deeper and with more power. And the sensations fill me up, almost making me whole again.

I haven’t ever experienced anything like this before. Not even with Thad. And I’m trying my hardest not to fall for Danger, but each time he touches me like he is right now, with all the gentleness in the world, it grips me in a way I’ve never known before.

This is only temporary.

It’s only for tonight. We had such a great day today I don’t want to ruin things without going all the way.

“We’re not having sex tonight,” he says, clearing his throat, as if he can read my mind.

I pout. “We’re not?”

He smiles, like just the mere thought of knowing I want him inside me is enough for him. “I want to take things slow with you. Do things right.”

“You don’t have to do things right by me.”

His eyes darken and a small growl escapes his lips. “Monterey, are you trying to kill me?”

I lift a brow with a smile, even though I want Danger to know I’m begging for him. I am straight up yearning for this man.

But, I like the fact he wants to take things slow, because Danger is usually one to take everything at full speed. So, it’s nice to be different from the others.

“Let me kiss you again,” he begs. The neediness in his voice is so raw. It turns me on even more.

If that’s even possible.

I don’t think it is.

My panties are soaked, and I squeeze my legs together and twist on the bed. “Danger, I need you.”

He smiles against my lips. “I know you do, baby. And one day soon you’ll get me. All of me.”

My skin is set on fire from his words. Can it really be possible to have all of him? Is that even what he means?

I’m sure it’s not. Danger’s not the relationship-type of guy.

He brings his lips down on me, begging my mouth to open with the touch of his tongue.

Of course, I open instantly, letting him get his feel. Letting him have anything he wants with the hopes if I’m a good enough girl he’ll give me more. I’ve never been this needy for a man before. So full throttle, but I’ve never wanted anyone so much.

His hand traces down my side, and then back up to slip underneath my shirt. He cups one of my breasts with his hand.

I need this man to take me now.

Chapter 25

Danger

This woman is killing me. Like I can’t even think about anything else right now but being so deep inside her. However, something heavy in my bones tells me to take things slow with her.

Monterey’s not the type of woman you fuck and move on from the next day. She’s not your typical one-night stand type of girl.

No, she’s special.

She’s the best person I’ve ever known. So, I need to do things right. Take things slow with her. I gave her so much the other night, that tonight I need to show her how slow I can go.

I don’t bother touching her below the belt, because I know I did a number on her pussy last night.

Tonight it’s all about kissing, groping, making out like fucking teenagers. I explore her mouth, memorizing every spot.

I’m hard as a fucking rock.

“Monterey, you have to talk to me. You have to keep my attention off my raging hard on.”