Page 34 of Retribution
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dakota
Dakota kissed Cobraback, her tongue slipping inside his mouth to the hot sweetness there, and he pushed in deeper, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat. Heat flared through her as she slid her hands up his chest and around his neck. Cobra wrapped his arm around her waist, yanking her hard against him, and the fusion of their bodies filled her with such desire and need that she clawed at his shoulders and nibbled his bottom lip.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he gritted, biting kisses down her neck while his fingers gripped her ass, pushing her further into him.
Dakota tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face closer to hers, urging the kiss to deepen. She loved the twisted dance of their tongues, the hard edge of his teeth on her lower lip.
Cobra lifted his head, his breath uneven as he dragged in air. “You’re driving me fuckin’ wild, darlin’.” His lips skimmed hers then moved over her jaw, peppering it with light, tingly kisses before he swept his mouth back on her and kissed her deeper, harder, rougher.
Never had Dakota been kissed this way—it was incendiary.
His lips slid across hers. “You’re playing with fire, little one.” His voice was harsh and grating as it smothered against her mouth.
“Maybe I want to,” she whispered.
Cobra wrapped strands of her hair around his hand and yanked her head back, then he leaned down and kissed the pulsing hollow at the base of her throat. The touch of his lips on her sensitive skin sent shivers of desire racing through her veins.
Dakota rubbed against the hardness in his jeans, and a low hum emitted from his chest. She felt the body heat radiating from him as she slipped her fingers under his T-shirt and ran them over the ridges of his sculpted muscles. Dakota glanced up at him with wide eyes, slightly breathless while she pressed tight against him.
“Don’t you want me?” she whispered, locking eyes with him.
“What the fuck do you think?” he rasped.
Cobra brought his mouth down over hers, taking her breath out of her body. One small touch lit a fire. One of his hands remained pressed against her lower back while the other entwined underneath her damp hair at the base of her neck, anchoring her lips to his mouth.
Her hips ground against the front of his jeans as his teeth nibbled on her lips, ear, and neck. Dakota moaned and rubbed against him faster, like a cat in heat.
Cobra reared back, moonlight casting shadows in the hollows of his jaw. Her fingers rested along his shoulders before they dug into the heavy weight of the muscle there, and he grunted lightly as his facial expression completely shut down.
“Are you sure about this? I mean—”
“I want it … I wantyou, Cobra.”
He snatched her wrist from his shoulder and dragged her to the motel room without a single word. Cobra fumbled with the key then kicked open the door, slamming it shut with the sole of his boots. He dropped her arm and cornered her against the wall, a wolfish, intense stare pinning her as surely as if it were his body.
“You want this. You want me. You’re sure? Even with the ramifications?”
Dakota allowed the weight of his question to settle underneath her skin. Her lips still stung from where his kisses had bruised them, and she could still sense his hand tightening at the base of her skull despite the fact that he was standing less than three inches in front of her. His face went feral as his gaze locked onto her breasts, and he stared at her as if he wanted to devour her.
She was going to give him that chance.
“I’m sure,” she said, looking him in the eye.
Dakota tipped up her chin and trailed her fingers between her breasts, the damp T-shirt still clinging to her like a second skin. “This doesn’t change our friendship,” she whispered, lightly squeezing her nipples until they pebbled hard against the thin fabric. She watched Cobra’s eyes widen, his mouth pulling back into a possessive, cocky smile that made her blood overheat with need.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he came close to her.
Cobra swiveled his hips against her and shoved her leg around his waist. While he held her, caging her against the smooth, cool wall, their noses touched, and she fought to get every inch of him.
Every time Dakota moved forward for a kiss, his head tilted backward. A teasing little dance that made the currents of desire spark all the way down to the throbbing ache between her legs. Through the harsh fabric of his jeans, his hard cock pressed against her quivering sex.
“Cobra,” she pleaded.
He laughed, a strong, masculine sound that made her insides turn to mush. Dakota shivered and tipped her head back as she worked her hips against him. Cobra stroked the side of her face, his fingers slowly working their way down her body. She held on when he lifted the hem of her T-shirt and touched the bare skin of her belly. The coolness from the air conditioner danced across her flesh. Goosebumps scattered across her arms, and she reached out for him.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” He pushed her hand away, and raised her shirt a bit more. “I wanna take my time revealing your sexy body.” Cobra bent down and swirled his tongue in her belly button, tugging the T-shirt higher as he kissed his way up to her breasts.
