Rule Breaker(129)

            That didn’t mean she intended to allow him to take her wherever he was suddenly all but dragging her.

            “Let me go!” Fury erupted inside her as the heat of him, the strength and pleasure from his touch began sinking inside her.

            “The hell I will,” Rule snarled, holding her securely despite her struggles and attempts to escape.

            She could see the Desert Dragoon he was driving, still running, the driver’s-side door thrown open as bright light pierced the darkness at the side of the building. There were Breeds standing around, hard-eyed, without mercy, without compassion and heavily armed as they watched the area closely.

            “I’m going to kick your ass.” The cry was torn from her as the sudden hunger to feel his lips against hers ached with near-debilitating hunger.

            As though his sudden nearness, his touch, just the fact that he was there were enough to remind her of the pleasure he could give her with a strength that had her sex rippling, clenching with the need to be filled again.

            “Fine, kick my ass. Do whatever you have to, sweetheart, because I’ll be damned if I’ll let you go now.”

            She was pushed into the Dragoon before she could brace herself against the frame to hold herself back. She tried to grab on to the steering wheel to give herself leverage, but somehow he managed to brush her hands aside.

            She was in the passenger seat before she really understood exactly how he’d managed to get her into it.

            Reaching for the door handle, Gypsy gave a furious growl that would have easily rivaled any Breed’s as she felt Rule’s broad hand curve around the nape of her neck to grip her securely. The other grasped her chin, turned her to him as he tilted her head back and stole the kiss she lied and swore she would never have given him willingly.

            Chocolate and peppermint.

            Just a hint of the candies he enjoyed teased her senses before the heated sweetness suddenly overwhelmed her. Hunger rose like a ravenous beast, no longer that irritating fire simmering inside her. It was now a full-fledged blaze, burning through her body, tightening her womb and parting her lips to accept his kiss.

            Rather than fighting, she was demanding more with a suddenness she found herself helpless against.

            Her hands were in his hair, clenching, pulling him to her as she felt the fiery lick of his tongue against hers.

            Peppermint and chocolate.

            Once more, it simply teased her senses. Tempted her as his tongue rubbed against hers, his lips moving sensually over hers.

            She couldn’t help herself, couldn’t stop the need for more of him, more of that intriguing taste.

            Her tongue rubbed against his, the unique taste of his kiss becoming more heated as tongues caressed and lips devoured each other in a hunger she was helpless to avoid or fight.

            Why couldn’t she fight him?

            She’d had no defenses against him from the very beginning and it didn’t make sense.

            This need.

            This hunger.

            It speared inside her, ripped away any lies she would have told herself and refused to allow her to hide from the hunger that built daily inside her.

            “No . . .” Her moan was weak, the protest filled with the confusion that had kept her off balance since that first night she’d seen him.

            Laying his forehead against hers, he stared back at her, his blue eyes appearing lighter than before, pinpricks of black appearing to flicker in the pale blue background.

            “You ran from me.” Lips pulling back from his canines, one hand tightened in her hair, the other cupping her jaw to keep her head turned up to him. “You shouldn’t have run, Gypsy.”