“Hold on. We’re going in hot.”
The door to that private city was closing and the car they were in was heading right for it. She closed her eyes, waiting for the crash. She opened them, just as they squeezed in. Her lungs sent her brain a message to breathe.
“We made it.”
She whooped and kissed him.
Chapter Fourteen
His lips were real and solid. Her body reacted immediately. The world around her dissolved and the reality of the game room intruded on her senses. Still, her lips were pressed against his, as his tongue snaked out of his mouth, searching for entrance into hers.
Her mind shouted stop, even as her mouth opened. Oh, he tasted so good, wild and untamed. Her breathing labored as he pressed into that kiss, wanting more.
His hand had unhooked her from the VR while he had moved her closer. She was practically on his lap. He wanted her, no mistaking that.
She pulled away, looking for sanity, or at least the willpower to say no.
“Do you need to run, kitten?”
Hell yeah, she needed to run. She was going to do that in just a moment, but first she needed one more taste. She needed something to remember him by.
She leaned over and tugged on his lower lip with her teeth. He gave a low growl that made her panties wet and her pussy throb.
When his tongue pushed between her lips, she met it with her own, dueling with him for pleasure. He tasted so good.
I am so gonna run. She went to her knees and found herself throwing one leg over his and settling on his lap. She rubbed herself over his erection.
She had sex to forget, she reminded herself. Sex wasn’t for pleasure. It was for power, for the drowning of one’s sorrows. It was even to show yourself that your body was yours, no matter what happened to it. But it was never, ever for pleasure.
She sucked long and hard on his tongue. She didn’t want to forget right now. She wanted to celebrate their small victory of staying alive in the game. She wanted to celebrate that she had beat the odds and was still here.
In the end, more than any of the lies she was telling herself, she wanted Niko Dare. She had wanted him from the moment she first saw him. She didn’t want to be strong or calculating. She just wanted to feel.
She pulled back and looked into his eyes, those amazing eyes she had seen in the game. They stared back at her now in all of their alien beauty.
“Kitten.” He raised his hand and stroked her cheek, rubbing his thumb along her jaw line. “I am not a man. I won’t sleep with you and be ready to let you go in the morning. I am going to want to keep you, but not control you.”
He would be the worst thing for her. She knew that. He would change her world, whether he wanted to or not.
She leaned in and kissed him again.
“Kitten.” He held her head steady as he looked into her eyes. “Dee, if I start, I won’t stop. I won’t be able to. I have waited for a long time. If you need time, I will continue to wait. But if you say yes, I won’t stop.”
She looked into his eyes, his true eyes, the ones that held fire in their very depths. He had showed them to her, revealed who he was. She had seen him for who he really was. No hiding, no fear, just him.
She wanted a chance to be seen for who she really was and she wanted it with him.
“Yes.” Her need to run paled in comparison to her need to be with Niko, to feel him holding her, loving her. She wanted to feel something besides exhaustion and she wanted it with him.
He stood holding on to her. He crossed the room and took the steps two at a time until he came to the bedroom. He took his time walking to the bed and lowered her like she might break.
He stood at the edge of the bed looking at her. She stood, using the height of the bed to be closer to his height.
“You’re so beautiful. So fragile.”
“Wrong. I am tough. I won’t break. I am a lot tougher than I should be.”
“Kitten.”
“See me, Niko. Please see me.”
She reached down and caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it up.
“I am not a fantasy. All this is real flesh and blood. I have been abused, kicked and used. You name it, I have probably done it. Don’t look at me like I am a Barbie. I’m not. I am real. See me.
See me and like what you see, despite the fact that I am no angel and won’t win the most virtuous award of the year.”
“I see you, Dee. I see a woman who had to fight for what she wanted. My guess is you started fighting when you were small.”
She nodded her head. Most thought she lived a privileged life as a child. They thought her home and car and nice clothes came from money left by her mother. Most were clueless. She had worked hard to put herself through school and even harder for the life she lived.