Her Last Wild Ride

“Fine.” He said. To my horror, it wasn’t relief that rushed through me.

“But first I want you to prove it.”

“Prove it,” I repeated stupidly.

He nodded. “Kiss me once on the lips, and if nothing happens I’ll walk out of here right now and call it quits.”

I was about to protest when he said silkily, “You owe me as much for helping you out, don’t you?”

I wanted to scowl again. Damn him for playing games.

Carefully I said, “One kiss, and you can’t touch me.”

Johnny uncrossed his arms and held his hands up. “Scout’s honor.”

I almost snorted. He was no Boy Scout. Against my better judgment I moved forward until I was standing so close that I could smell musk and heat and man. I wanted to close my eyes and breathe him in. I gritted my jaw. One small, chaste kiss and then step back, Sullivan. I could do that.

He was tall, though. Tall enough that I had to go up on tiptoe. Johnny’s hand came to my elbow. I almost sprang back but his hand tightened.

“I said no touching.”

His mouth quirked sexily. “I’m just helping you reach, it doesn’t count unless it’s on the lips.”

I muttered something rude under my breath and reached up and pressed my mouth against his with the full intention of pulling away just as quickly, but I couldn’t. His lips were firm and yet soft. I was poised awkwardly, his hand on my elbow the only thing stopping me from falling against him completely.

For a long moment nothing seemed to move, no breath, no air, only the blood pumping through my veins and arteries, gathering pace. My heart was racing. And then my inner rebel came to life and demanded more.

Instead of pulling back, my mouth moved, ever so slightly against his, seeking to explore more of those firm contours.

And then all hell broke loose. His arm snaked around me, arching me into that lean, hard body, all but taking my feet off the floor as his other hand went to the back of my head, cupping it. He held me captive as our mouths opened, and we kissed with a kind of voracious hunger I’d never experienced before. My arms were twined around his neck.

It wasn’t pretty kissing; it was passionate, devastating. His tongue was rough, demanding my response, and I gave it without question. Nothing existed except this vortex that consumed us. I was aware of my breasts crushed against his chest and his hand moving down to cup and squeeze my ass, long fingers exploring and stroking boldly down to the seam between my legs.

I finally drew back, gasping, dizzy. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded with passion. Jesus. It had been instantaneous. Somehow, I pulled out of his arms, dimly aware that any chance I’d had of convincing him I didn’t want him had just gone up in flames.

Between my legs was throbbing and moist. I opened my mouth, not even sure of what I wanted to say, aware that my hair was tumbling down around my shoulders. He must have taken the tie out.

His eyes glittered. “Don’t even say it. I don’t know about you, but that kiss was not your regular kiss.”

That was what unnerved me.

“I don’t care what it was, it won’t be happening again.” Or it wouldn’t, as soon as I felt as if I could walk away. My legs were like jelly. After a kiss. I hadn’t felt like this even after sex with Steve.

Now Johnny scowled. “I want you, you want me. I think we’ve just proved that pretty comprehensively.”

Anger pierced me and I was afraid it was directed at myself for not just giving in. Pathetically, I seized on the first thing I thought of. “I can’t Johnny. I promised my friend—”

He made a low growling noise and took his gaze off me for a second to reach past me and pick something up off the counter. I looked. My phone. Immediately my insides lurched as Johnny looked at it intently.

“What did you say her name was? Jenna?”

Panic gripped me. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Johnny sent me a glance that told me he would. He made a tsk-tsk noise as he held the phone out of my reach with ease.

“You really should install a security password or PIN. Any kind of eejit could access your phone.”

He grinned at me then while also obviously scrolling for what he was looking for. He found it with a smirk of triumph. I saw him push a button and snapped at him, “Don’t you dare call her.”