Ruthless Prince (Dark Syndicate 1)
“I don’t know. I’m gonna check it out.” He gets out. The rain splatters in, sprinkling all over me until the door is closed.
I watch him fumble around, lifting the hood of the car and doing all sorts until he comes back around to me and rests his wet head on the edge of the door.
“The car’s busted. It’s gonna take AAA two hours to get to us.” The stormy blue of his eyes matches the midnight blue of the sky. “Fuck, I change cars regularly to avoid shit like this.”
“How long have you had this car?” I ask. When I drove, I had my car for three years, and I had no plans to change it.
“Two months.”
I press my lips together and try not to laugh, but I fail after two seconds.
“Why are you laughing, Emelia?”
“Because that’s ridiculous. Wasn’t it you who said how great this car was, how trusty and well made?”
He gives me a stern expression before he laughs too. “That’s not funny. It’s supposed to be.”
Deciding to get out and join him, I open the door and step out. The rain isn’t too bad now, although it’s drizzling. Something I like, feeling the rain on my skin. Especially when the weather is hot, like it is now.
He watches me keenly as I walk over to him.
“My Miata never did this, and I’ve had it for three years.”
“Doll,” he says, leaning against the car door. “Can you see me driving a Miata?”
“At least it wouldn’t break down like this car. Miatas are trusty cars.”
He looks at me and studies my face. “Come here,” he says, tilting his head to the side.
I move closer to him. He reaches for my waist, pulling me right up to him to close the space between us. His lips find mine and we kiss.
Every time this man kisses me, I find I forget everything. Every time we’re together in any kind of intimate way, all that exists in my world is him and what we are in those moments.
It’s dangerous for me to think like this. This whole day has been a big reminder to me, and a warning that I can’t allow myself to fall for him. It’s just hard when he kisses me like he wants to consume me.
Pulling away from my lips, he catches my face and looks me over.
“Smart mouth.”
“It’s true. Miatas are trusty cars.” I run my fingers over his chest. His eyes roam over my body.
“We’re about a mile from the house. Let me call a taxi. I want you, and the road’s too open for me to strip you naked right here and fuck you on the hood of this car.”
My cheeks burn in response to the image of him doing exactly that to me.
“What if we walked? It’s going to take some time to wait for the taxi. We could just walk together.”
His eyes narrow. “You want to walk with me?”
“Yes.”
“In those shoes?” He looks at my heels. He’s right. They’d be a nightmare to walk in for longer than ten minutes. Tonight, I was grateful that I didn’t have to move around in them too much.
“I’ll manage,” I say because it would be nice just to walk. “Then we could talk about what we like.”
He looks at me like the idea is odd, but then he nods. “I have a better idea,” he says. I gasp when he suddenly scoops me up to carry me.
I laugh, and he does too.