Stepbrother Thief(54)

“I …” I look at Gilleon looking at me, his blue eyes hooded, sitting slumped in the corner of his seat like a lazy house cat getting ready to take a nap. It's all an illusion though—one twitch of those muscles and he'd be up and ready to fight. To kill even. Can't ever forget that. I look down at the center console, the gear shift, the only things separating the two of us. “I feel like you're warming up to something, like all of this hot and cold stuff you're doing is an attempt to hold back.”

“Because I am holding back,” Gill whispers, changing the entire feel of the air, charging all of those molecules with need that I can feel from over here. Unconsciously, I squeeze my thighs together, a pulse of pleasure ricocheting up my spine. “If I stripped bare and showed you everything I was feeling, you'd run from me. I know you too well, Regina.”

“You don't know anything about me,” I tell him, watching as his eyes trail down my face, my throat, to the deep V-neck of the jumpsuit and the smooth, rounded curves of my breasts. “You did once, but not anymore. I'm not the same person you left behind.”

“No, I knew you wouldn't be. You're stronger than that. You've grown up, Regina, and I'm in awe of all of you.”

Gill leans forward and takes one of my hands in his, the whirls of black ink that make up his tattoos stark against my bare skin. I trace the dark whorls of vines that wrap his middle and ring finger, across the back of his hand and around his wrist, disappearing under the sleeve of his suit jacket.

When he pulls me toward him, his touch is light, unassuming, giving me the chance to say no. And I should say no. I made this mistake a scant few hours ago, and I shouldn't make it again.

But his hand where it touches mine, it feels electrifying. I want that sensation all over and inside—everywhere.

I unbuckle my seat belt at the same moment he does and then reach out my other hand, letting him pull me over with that unrivaled strength of his, until I'm half on my knees, half straddling his lap.

“I knew it was a good move to go for the SUV,” he whispers, leaning down and pushing a button that slides the seat back, giving me just enough room between his chest and the steering wheel to breathe. I adjust myself enough to feel the hard bulge inside his slacks.

Leaning forward, I lay my fingers on either side of his face, tracing a path that was once familiar, that still is if I'm honest with myself.

Gill slides his hands up my arms to my shoulders, chasing a line of goose bumps up my flesh before he hooks his fingers on the black straps of the jumpsuit and slides them down enough that my bra is showing. Without breaking eye contact with me, he traces up my shoulders, my throat, and then back down again, running his fingertips across my collarbone and over the rim of my strapless bra.

I follow his lead, caressing my way along his jawline and then down to the firm, hard muscles in his neck. When he swallows hard and leans forward, I oblige, opening my mouth to him, tasting the sweet brightness of his lips as his own hands roam down my back, pushing the jumpsuit to my hips.

I can't seem to pull my lips away from Gill's, so I don't bother trying to get the suit jacket off, instead reaching down and sliding my fingers along his bare chest until I find the first button. It pops open, followed by the next, and the next. I don't even mind the two guns strapped on either side of his chest.

When I've got the shirt entirely undone, I reach up and grab the lapels, yanking them open with a rough fierceness that I didn't even know I had inside of me until this moment. Shit. Maybe I am jealous? I can't imagine another woman touching Gilleon, tracing their way down his abs the way I'm doing now.

I find the button and zipper on his slacks and rid him of those, too, sliding my hand in and freeing his cock with a groan and a sigh that I don't even bother to try to control.

Gill moans against my lips, his voice rough and deep, vibrating my bones with the sensual sound of it, tightening his fingers against my hips until they hurt. I already have slight purple bruises there from earlier, but I don't care. Having him hold me there, it feels too good. I feel like a queen with this powerful beast locked beneath me, rippling with strength but biting it all back just because I said so. It's heady, this feeling.

I pull back from Gilleon enough that we can make eye contact, my hand sliding along his rigid cock, gripping him tight at the base until he grunts and a growl escapes those handsome lips. His hooded blue eyes stare into mine, burning with a fierce desire that he suppresses, letting me stroke him until he starts thrusting against my hand, letting his head fall back with reckless abandon.

When I feel like he's close to coming, I let go and lean back, watching as he looks up at me with hunger shining brightly in his gaze.