“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he whispers. “I could live forever just from the sweet taste of you.”
I breathe out a sigh of pleasure. “JW.”
His hand smoothly moves across my butt to the back of my thigh, where he pulls my skirt up to my knee, lifts my leg, and wraps it around his hip. Feeling the hard bulge behind the zipper of his jeans feels so good I shamelessly grind against it. All reason has fled my mind as soon as his lips touched mine again. There’s nothing and no one who can make me feel as good as JW.
“We gotta stop,” I whimper, both hoping he heeds my words and ignores them.
“In a minute,” he mutters, gently biting down on my collar bone.
I bite my lip to keep back the pleasurable cry wanting to slip free. His face moves to my cleavage, where he buries it between my boobs. I toss my head back against the brick wall and nearly come undone when his hips press harder against my center. I’d give almost anything to have him pull up my skirt, slip his cock free, and take us both to heaven as he plunges his hardness inside me.
He lifts his head from my boobs and lays a biting kiss against my lips. “Wanna know something?”
I open my eyes and regard his through a lust-filled gaze. “What?” I gasp.
“I almost killed Remi’s brother.”
The seriousness of his tone says he’s not joking.
“Why?” I ask through a dry throat.
“Because I had no clue who he was. He could have been one of Diego’s men and could have hurt you.”
This is something that crossed my mind as well. It could have been so easy for Kian to hurt me. Yes, he probably would’ve been caught with so many people around, but the damage would’ve already been done. Diego is just the kind of guy who would sacrifice one of his men to do his bidding.
“That wasn’t the only reason though.” He nips my lips once and pulls back, giving me his eyes. Ones that are grim and shining with intent. “He had his hand on you.”
“It was just a simple handshake,” I scoff.
“He had his hand on you and looked like he wanted to do a fuck of a lot more than shake your hand. No man touches what’s mine or looks at you the way he did.”
“I’m not yours,” I retort irritably.
“Like fuck, you aren’t. Every single Goddamn inch of you is mine. Deny it all you want, Gypsy. It won’t change that fact.”
I don’t know if I should be offended or delighted at his barbaric words. Either way, I’d be lying if I said my panties didn’t just get a little more wet with his caveman claiming.
What’s it going to be next, Eden? my pesky inner voice chides. Are you going to drop your drawers and beg him to take you if he starts dragging you around by your hair, beating his chest while he grunts “mine” to all the other cavemen in the area?
I ignore the crabby bitch in my head and lift my chin stubbornly. “And what about you? Are you mine?”
I want to slap away the smug look that comes across his face, but what he says next pushes the need away.
“For as long as you’re in Malus, I’m all yours, baby.”
He emphasizes this by tugging my leg up higher and pressing himself against me harder. I bite back a moan when he hits that perfect spot.
“JW!” someone yells, and I jerk my head around to look at the front of the building.
I just manage to pull my leg from his grasp and drop my foot to the ground when Judge walks around the corner. With cheeks blazing red, I turn my head away and brush down my skirt.
“What?” JW barks in irritation.
“Rita just called. She’s been trying to get in touch with you.” Amusement laces Judge’s voice.
“Shit. I left my phone in my truck.”
“Oscar and Frank are at it again.”