Seth impaled her mouth, letting her sweet moistness mingle with his as her tongue swirled around his tongue. She pulled back when he ached to go deeper, teasing, torturing him. He tore his mouth from hers, dragging his lips down her neck while pulling her hair, drawing her head back.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, arching her neck.
Seth felt the vein under her flesh pulse against his lips. She urged him forward, wanted what he needed her to have. “I don’t plan on it,” he hissed, pulling his fingers from her hair. He dragged her shirt up over her breasts. Her lace bra barely contained beautiful full, round breasts. He exposed them, watching as they bounced with freedom.
Her nipples were puckered, hard, and large. When he took one between his finger and thumb, Jenna jumped, her thighs tightening against his.
“Sensitive,” he growled, flashing his attention to her face for a moment.
It damn near took his breath away when he saw silver laced across her pretty blue eyes. Her dark hair was tousled, giving her a wild look. But it was how she panted, her lips parted and her tongue darting out to moisten her lips, that got him harder than steel.
“I liked it,” she told him, her voice rough with the emotions he saw in her eyes.
“I can tell.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers. Then, he cupped her large breast, loving the weight of so much soft flesh in his hand.
He leaned in to kiss her again. Jenna nipped at his lip, her teeth snagging his lower lip and puncturing his flesh. The metallic taste filling his mouth fueled the already-raging fever roaring inside him. Jenna growled, her thick lashes fluttering over bright blue eyes that glowed with silver streaks. She grabbed both sides of his head and pulled him in for another kiss, aggressive, passionate, and filled with so much heat it scalded every inch of him.
He got the strange sensation that they had just branded each other, the slightest taste of blood in his mouth bringing them together as her tongue danced with his. Seth pushed the thought out of his mind, which wasn’t hard to do, since thinking wasn’t what he wanted to do at the moment anyway. Any conscious thought would inevitably lead him to the repercussions of fucking Jenna.
Seth didn’t make wrong moves. His line of work wouldn’t allow it. He didn’t deny Jenna had been on his mind since her brother took her away the night before. Seth had given thought to finding her, learning where she lived. It wouldn’t be hard to do. He found people every day.
Again, refusing to dwell too hard on anything other than Jenna wrapped around him, the taste of her, the smooth, silky feel to her hair, and her hot body pressed against his, Seth took the moment. Let the repercussions fall where they would. He wouldn’t deny his actions any more than he would deny such a hot, sexy woman wanting him and not giving her what she wanted.
Seth had her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped before he knew what his hands were doing. He was undressing her, stripping her, and craving more flesh. Jenna was muscular, agile, but small-boned. It took no effort to lift her, drag her jeans down her thighs, and place her bare ass back on his counter. He heard the thump of her shoes when she kicked them off her feet and they landed on the floor. Then her hands were all over him, exploring his arms, shoulders, chest, then dragging her fingernails down his stomach to his jeans.
“Take these off before I rip them,” she growled and undid the button on his jeans.
As a rule, Seth didn’t get along with dominating women. They were headaches and more times than not got themselves into trouble that he didn’t want to take time to deal with. But when Jenna moved her lips against his, her lashes fluttering over those sensual eyes of hers, he had no problem doing as she said.
“I want you naked, too,” he instructed, lifting her off the counter as he stepped backward. “Everything. Off. Now.”
Her closed-lipped smirk and the way her eyes glowed with that odd shade of silver streaking over the blue showed she didn’t mind his inability to form complete sentences at the moment. Seth wasn’t sure how he managed to strip down when he was sure he was drooling over the incredible view being offered him.
Jenna was by far the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He wanted to know her age, because although her expressions revealed a woman with experience and intelligence, her body was firm, perfect, and full of youth. He loved how those full breasts of hers bounced, so round, large, and firm. Her nipples were perfectly proportioned for her size, hard, puckered, and mouthwateringly delicious. But when she bent over, pushing her jeans off her ankles, all that dark, long hair tumbled over her shoulder. It was a shroud, stealing his view, but he didn’t mind. Her narrow back, the slender curve of her waist, and her firm, round ass were just as enticing as her breasts.
“Come here,” he said when she straightened, reaching for her hand when she brushed her hair over her shoulder.
For the first time since arriving, Jenna shot him a furtive glance, appearing almost shy. The silver streaks in her eyes were gone, but the sensual deep blue shade of them was equally as compelling.
“Sit here,” she said, her voice a rough whisper. “Please.” She pulled out his kitchen chair and turned its back to the table. “I want to ride you.”
“There are condoms in my room,” he said, taking her by the shoulder.
“No condoms. Sit.” She pushed his chest, backing him into the chair.
Seth didn’t have a problem with the position. “Sweetheart, don’t tell me you have unprotected sex,” he growled.
“I don’t have sex,” she told him, her tone louder and more aggressive. “But I am on the pill, and I want to feel you inside me. Or do you go to other women’s homes to fuck them?” Suddenly she quit pushing, her face scrunching into a scowl as if the thought of him being with someone else left a foul taste in her mouth. “No other woman besides me has been here.”
“I haven’t had sex in over a year and it’s always been protected. But Jenna, are you telling me you’re a virgin?” For some reason it hadn’t crossed his mind that she might be. “How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-three, not a virgin, and not a slut.” Her expression softened as she dragged her fingers over his bare chest and looked up at him with her hooded stare. “And I wouldn’t be here if I thought some female was trying to make this her place. This isn’t a one-time thing,” she whispered. “Right?”
Seth sat in the chair, convinced she was the most unusual lady he’d ever met. Yet she stimulated him, physically and mentally. He pulled her on to his lap. She stretched over his legs and incredible heat from her body scalded his cock until he worried he wouldn’t last long enough to satisfy her. Uncertainty returned in her eyes. She didn’t want casual sex from him. At that moment he understood, Jenna wanted him. His gut constricted, a faraway voice buried under clouds and a thick fog of lust screaming at him to run, get the hell away from her. Jenna would be trouble. Such a hot young temptress, so bold in her emotions, so open with what she wanted, had just informed him she wanted him, all of him.
Jenna dug her nails into his shoulders, more than likely once again marking him. Her nails were sharp, the sting noticeable but forgotten in a moment when she sank down on his cock. She took all of him, arching her back and tilting her head as her lips parted.
Seth grabbed her waist, holding her in place, and thrust, feeling her soaked, tight velvety skin shiver and quake around his shaft, keeping him buried inside her, and suffocating him with smoldering heat so sweet, so intoxicating, it was as if he experienced fucking a woman for the first time. Jenna shouldn’t be this appealing. She was hot, sexy, incredible, but there were many women out there who were pretty and who’d made offers in the past. None terrified him as much as what Jenna implied, and none of them made him crave taking all she offered and ensuring she wouldn’t go anywhere.
Seth held on to her waist firmly, moving his hips so that he slid out of her heat. When he impaled her again, Jenna howled, lowering her face and staring at him, appearing amazed. Her mouth formed a perfect circle and her bright eyes once a
gain were laced with silver. He’d never seen a shade of eye color like hers but liked it. He continued taking her, holding her in place and fucking her while sitting under her. Her hair fell over her shoulders, down her back, with thick strands falling around her breasts. And the way they jiggled, bouncing harder the more energy he put into fucking her.
“Seth! God damn,” she hissed, her attention fixed on his and not once blinking as she pulled him into her world of sensuality. “Please, I want—”
Her words were lost when every inch of her tightened. He’d taken her to the edge. Her cheeks flushed. She was so close to exploding for him. Seth continued fucking her, keeping the momentum where it was, not adjusting a thing until she whimpered, falling forward against him and her hands sliding over his shoulders.
All those hot muscles in her pussy clenched around his cock, threatening to drain everything out of him, as her orgasm tore through her. He let her ride it out, loving the satiny feel of soaked heat caressing his cock. And although he was damn close to coming himself, he bit down, determined to enjoy this as long as he could.
“Let me,” she tried again, panting when she managed to lift her head. “Let me fuck you,” she whispered, brushing her lips across his cheek. “Don’t move, please.”
Her aggressive nature was gone, all cockiness replaced with a sincere desire to give them both pleasure.
“All right,” he grumbled, his voice so rough the two words were all he could muster.
Yet it was enough. He felt her smile against his face before she lifted her head and let him see how happy his agreeing to give her free rein made her. More than likely there weren’t a lot of times when Jenna felt truly in control. Obviously she had an older brother who cared a lot about her, and with her good looks and spirited nature Seth wouldn’t be surprised at the number of men who would try putting a leash on her. For some reason, that thought damn near brought a growl to his throat. He didn’t like thinking about any man being around Jenna.
It didn’t take long for her to build up momentum until she held on to his arms and rode him hard. Her breasts bounced up and down in front of his face and his cock swelled until he couldn’t control it any longer.
“I’m coming,” he said tightly, forcing the words out. “Do you want me to pull out?”
“Hell no!” She sank down on him, filling herself with his cock, and allowed him to explode deep inside her heat.
It was the best feeling he’d ever known in his life.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Seth sat across the table at the restaurant where he’d taken Jenna, feeling as if they were doing things backward. He was enjoying her company, though, and loved the sound of her laughter as she finished sharing a story about her childhood. He was giving up an afternoon of work getting to know her, and damn if he cared.
“What is Jeremy going to say when I take you home?” he asked, hating it when her smile faded.
“It would be best if you didn’t take me home.” She glanced at her plate and the crumbs from her hamburger and began dragging a fry through her ketchup.
“I’m taking you home,” he insisted. “And probably soon. There are some things I need to do.”
“What?” she asked.
“Work.” He leaned back on his side of the booth, stretching his legs. Her eyes flashed an even brighter blue when she rubbed her feet against his. “There are some matters to take care of.”
“I’m going to help you.” Her expression sobered as her voice turned serious. “I’m not some puppy incapable of taking care of myself. And there are things I know, things that will help you find Tray Long.”
“I work alone, Jenna.” He wasn’t daunted when she narrowed her eyes on him. “Being a bounty hunter isn’t just about hunting people,” he added. “You research your target, learn what makes them tick. Not to mention somehow I don’t think you’d enjoy the amount of waiting and patience required in my line of work.”
Jenna made a face at him but then leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, which caused those wonderful breasts of hers to press together. He dropped his attention to the amount of cleavage she showed off to him.
“You don’t know me that well,” she informed him, dropping her tone to a sultry whisper. “If you take the time, you’ll learn I’m very patient. In my world, hunting is more than chasing and attacking. Sometimes the plotting can be excruciatingly painful in the amount of patience required. Does that sound anything like your world?” She batted her dark lashes, and if she toyed with him, she did a damn good job.
“You say ‘your world’ as if you live so differently from me.”
Jenna opened her mouth, ready to say something, when the waitress appeared at their table. Seth accepted the bill and waved her on when she asked if they wanted anything else. Then sliding out of the booth on his side, he reached for Jenna’s hand, helping her stand and feeling her small, soft fingers wrap around his.
“Like I said,” she continued, after he’d paid the bill and they left the restaurant. Jenna continued holding his hand as they started across the parking lot to his motorcycle. “There is a lot you don’t know about me. I’d like to change that, if you’re willing.”
He loved her openness, the way she spoke her mind without holding back. A car entered the parking lot and Jenna froze, her grip on his hand tightening so quickly and with enough strength he felt his bones press together.
“What?” he began, searching her face.
Jenna curled her lip and he swore she growled as she narrowed her gaze on the car that had pulled into the parking lot. Seth turned his attention to the brown mid-nineties Honda Accord. There was a fair amount of rust on the thing, and although the windows weren’t tinted, the glare of the sun made it impossible to see who drove until the driver turned and started toward them.
“Tray Long,” Seth growled, every muscle in his body tightening.
Seth pushed Jenna toward his bike, managing to free his hand and put it on her shoulder, aware of how protective his actions appeared. Tray glared at him, his mouth forming into a cruel sneer as he drove by.
“TR five, six sixty,” Seth said out loud. “Remember that.”
“What?” Jenna brushed her hair from her face, sucking in a breath. The color in her face returned and she grumbled something he didn’t hear, possibly repeating the numbers and letters. “Of course, the tag number.”
“How did you know that was Tray?” Seth asked, watching the Honda pull out of the parking lot and turn east into the traffic.
“I saw him.” She unstrapped the helmet from Seth’s bike, then twisted her hair behind her head. “Let’s follow him.”
“No.” Seth grabbed her wrist.
Jenna looked up at him, holding the helmet as her hair unraveled from where she had twisted it at her nape. “Okay,” she said, her features relaxed. Suddenly she was being a bit too agreeable.
“How did you know what kind of car he drove?”
She searched Seth’s face. “I saw him enter the parking lot.”
“When we left the restaurant, you suggested we get to know each other better. That relationship isn’t going to start with you lying to me.”
Jenna tried yanking her arm free. “Why do you think I’m lying?”
Seth tightened his grip, yanking her toward him and off balance. She slapped her hand, which still held his helmet, against his chest. The helmet fell to the ground.
“There was a glare on the windows from the sun when he entered the parking lot. So either you have incredible, superhuman eyesight or you’ve seen that car before and knew what Tray drove. Which one is it, Jenna?”
She tried looking down at the helmet on the ground. Seth gripped her chin, forcing her to remain focused on him. “So you know,” he growled, “I’m going to take you up on your offer. I’m going to know you better, a lot better. And since we’ve established the beginning of a relationship, we’re going to promise each other right now that relationship will be an honest one. Do I have your promise, Jenna
?”
She closed her eyes, but he didn’t see humiliation. Instead, when she flashed those baby blues at him, Seth swore something akin to worry appeared in her face.
“I saw him earlier today.”
“What?”
“Tray Long. He tried to take me before I came to your house.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Seth demanded, reaching down and scooping up the helmet.
“Because you would have gotten pissed.”
“You’re damn fucking straight!” Seth roared, slamming his helmet against the seat of his bike. “Tray Long is insane. He killed two women, and went to prison for it. He’s been released, is ignoring his parole officer, and now we’ve got two more murders that fit his profile.”
“You didn’t hear what I just said. That waste of flesh tried abducting me and failed. He didn’t give up. He failed.”
She wanted Seth to acknowledge her abilities to take care of herself. Unfortunately, he’d never felt a stronger urge to protect another person in his life. It didn’t make any sense. He’d known her two days. They’d had mind-blowing sex and then she lied to him. Granted, her reason for the lie might be justified in her eyes because she didn’t want to hear him yell. And that was what he did.
Seth cupped her cheek, watching her stare at him. “When Tray was sent to prison, he openly confessed in front of a jury how he killed those two women. They fought him. The first woman continued attacking even after he broke her arm. There was his flesh under her fingernails. His blood was found on both bodies.”
“They weren’t where . . .”
“They weren’t where?”
Jenna exhaled, dragging her finger over the curve of the helmet. “Go ahead and gave me a ride home.”
Seth walked out of the police station glancing at the sunset and crossing the street to his bike. After running the numbers through the system, he’d learned the brown Honda Accord was registered to Elizabeth Helo. Heading into the station and running the tag through the system obviously alerted the cops to what he’d learned. He wanted to go talk to Ms. Helo but didn’t doubt a car had already been dispatched to her house. He wasn’t in the mood for a party.
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