I kissed him again, but not gently like before. Instead, it was hot, passionate, and demanding. Desire surged through me as I unfastened his belt buckle. He kicked off his boots, and I only had one thought on my mind as I lowered his jeans down his hips and to the floor, then tossed them onto the bed.
I felt sexy and fierce as I placed my hands on his chest and gave him a light shove, and he lowered himself onto the mattress. My body practically hummed as I looked down at him.
Damn.
Thatcher was something to behold. I couldn’t have imagined a sexier image as he lay there looking at me with hunger in his eyes. Sensing that I was enjoying the view, his lips curled into a sexy smirk.
That smile took away the last of my restraint, and impatience took over.
His eyes widened with anticipation as I gradually lowered my zipper and eased my jeans and panties down my hips. I quickly tossed them to the side as I started towards the bed.
He reached over and grabbed a condom from his wallet. Once he’d slipped it on, I straddled myself on top of him as he pulled me in for a kiss.
A low, agonizing growl vibrated through his chest when I rocked my hips forward, causing his erection to rake against my center. He dug his fingers into my flesh and groaned. “Fuck.”
When the anticipation of having him inside me had become too much to bear, I reached beneath me, taking his long, thick shaft in my hand, slowly stroking him up and down before positioning him at my entrance. With one swift thrust, he slammed deep inside me, giving me every inch of his rock-hard cock.
Consumed with lust and emotion, I looked at him and with my voice trembling, I whispered, “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his, and his hand instinctively reached towards the nape of my neck and held me in place as he deepened the kiss. I moved against him, and with each shift forward, I was getting closer to the edge.
I pushed against him, forcing him further inside me, and inhaled a deep breath when I felt the tremors of my impending orgasm. His fingers dug into my hips as he guided me back and forth, over and over again. I placed my hands on the headboard to steady myself as I tried to maintain the relentless rhythm he’d set.
“Damn it, woman. You feel too fucking good.”
His breath quickened, and I could see he was struggling to maintain his control. My muscles began to quiver when he put his hands under my ass and lifted me higher as he angled his position, finding the spot that would send me over the edge.
“Yes!” I cried out as my orgasm surged through my body. I was lost in my own sensual pleasure when he finally found his own release. His brows furrowed as he thrust forcefully into me one last time.
After several moments, I slowly eased off him and lowered myself down onto the bed next to him. He removed the condom and tossed it in the trash, then dropped his head back down on the pillow. We were both still lying there trying to catch our breath when his burner started to ring. There was no missing the irritation in his voice as he grumbled, “You gotta be fucking kidding me. Every damn time ...”
He reached down and grabbed his jeans from the floor, then pulled out his cell phone and answered with annoyance, “You got Viper.”
After listening for a moment, he gasped. “What the fuck?”
He immediately jumped out of bed and with a panicked expression on his face started pulling on his clothes. I could hear the worry in his voice when he said, “Head over there now. I’m on my way.”
I could literally feel the tension radiating off of him as he started putting on his boots. I found it doubtful that he’d give me a real answer, but I had to ask, “What’s going on?”
“Can’t get into it. I gotta go.” He raced out the door and said, “I’ll call when I can.”
Seconds later, Thatcher was gone, and I was left wondering what the hell was going on. I’d never seen him so distraught, and it terrified me. I wanted to do something, but there was only one thing I could—wait and pray that he came back to me safe and sound.
13
VIPER
“What the hell is going on?”
As soon as I got out to my truck, I called Menace, hoping he’d fill me in on what the hell was happening at our storage lot. Tension riddled his voice as he replied, “No fucking idea. I checked the cameras as soon as the alarm went off at the gate. Looks like ten, maybe fifteen guys are scattered throughout the lot and are breaking into one unit after the next.”