Page 77 of Destroyer
She was too warm in the clothes she’d borrowed from Slash, so she opened her suitcase, pulled out a knit shirt and a pair of tight black jeans. “I gotta change real quick.”
Tank didn’t leave. Hell, he didn’t even move.
She had a choice. She could either nudge him out and shut the door, or pull him in and shut the door.
That’s a no brainer.
She wrapped her fingers around his bulging biceps, escorted him in, and shut the door.
Tunnel vision as she soaked up all that male hotness. Nothing but Tank, Tank, and more Tank. A groan ripped from his granite chest as he raked his gaze over her face.
“Ohgod,” she murmured as the energy in the room shifted.
Desire spun through her, weaving her into a ball of need that she desperately wanted to unleash on him. To hell with reality. She wanted him in the absolute worst way. She wanted to escape in him… inallof him.
“Fuck,” he ground out as he grasped her shoulders.
They came together in a torrent of erotic energy. His lips on hers, his tongue crashing into her mouth. She loved how he took charge. She needed to feel his intensity, the strength in his touch, his gritty sounds that sent a relentless throbbing to the small space between her legs.
It was wrong, it was terrible timing, but she did not care. She wanted him. Now. Right now.
He was nibbling her earlobe. His moans had her grinding against him. It was a messy tangle of arms until she jumped into his, and he caught her. His reflexes so fast, he’d pinned her against the wall, the passion in his kiss sending her flying higher and higher.
Soaring with the eagles, never wanting to return to reality.
His erection pressed against her tummy, and she wanted to beg him, plead with him to take her to the limit. To fuck her with a relentless energy that brought her to the brink of insanity. She wanted it more than her next breath.
And then, he slowed the kiss, ended it. Breathing hard, he held her close against him. Forehead to forehead, they peered into each other’s eyes.
“I could eat you alive,” he ground out.
“I’m dying for you,” she said. “And I’m not beneath begging.”
His shoulders dropped, sending her heart plummeting.
“Later.” Then, his black-as-night eyes gleamed with the brightness of a thousand suns.
Blinded by everything Tank, she smiled.
“Pinky promises are unbreakable.” She didn’t care how juvenile this was. She needed to know he wasn’t rejecting her.
Rather than locking fingers with her, he held her with one strong arm, pulled her pinky to his lips and kissed her skin. Mini-explosions of excitement skittered through her.
“You have my word.” He set her down, leaned down and kissed her once more. “You coming?”
“Just about,” she replied.
He chuffed out a laugh.
“I have to change. Sit or leave.”
“Not gonna miss this.” He moved her duffle to the floor, sat his ass in the corner chair.
“How are you gonna resist?” She unbuttoned Slash’s camouflage shirt, slipped it off her shoulders, revealing the strapless bra she’d been wearing beneath her Halloween costume.
The muscles in his cheeks started ticking, his gaze turned fiery. When she unhooked her bra and pulled it off, his raspygroan ripped through her like a bullet. His breath hitched, but he didnotmove.
“I’m impressed.” She stepped out of the camouflage pants, pulled on a pair of tight black jeans.
