Page 38 of Hidden With You

That’s when it hit him.

It would be so easy. He could pull her close for a kiss, then put his hands at her throat. He could squeeze the life out of her right now, then toss her over the cliff. He could make a phone call. Take a picture of the body. He’d have his answers. He could have his answer in seconds.

He felt the pumping of his blood. That need for closure. To solve the damn riddle that had been eating him up for ten fucking years.

It would be so easy.

Except that it wouldn’t be.It would be the hardest thing in the world.

He pushed open his car door. “Come on.”

She got out on her side, and they met in front of the car, just feet away from the drop-off.

“It’s beautiful,” she said. “The lights above, the lights below.”

He took her hand, then drew her to the car, urging her to sit on the hood. He stood in front of her, caging her in. “Watch the stars,” he whispered. She obeyed, tilting her head back and exposing her neck.

He held her there, bending her back so that she was lying on the hood, one hand tight at her throat, then other cupping her breast through the thin material of the T-shirt she’d thrown on.

He squeezed with both hands, and she moaned, her lips parting as she closed her eyes. Christ, she was beautiful, and with his own moan that was a mix of lust and agony, he bent over her and closed his mouth over hers.

The kiss was raw and brutal, deep and claiming. He could have her, he knew. He could do anything in that moment. Kiss her. Fuck her. Kill her.

There was power in the knowledge, and it was heady. But the power came from her trust, and that was the headiest thing of all.

Slowly, he pulled back, savoring the taste of her. She trembled in his arms, then drew in a stuttering breath when he released his hold on her throat.

“Wow,” she whispered, then swallowed. “Is that what you’re into?”

“No. Not choking or rough like that. Not usually.”

She shifted on the hood, scooting up to a sitting position as she looked at him shyly, her teeth toying with her lower lip. “I liked it. Surrendering. Trusting.” She licked her lips. “I don’t trust easily.”

“Me neither,” he said, then bent forward and kissed her hard. “I like that you trust me.”

She hesitated, then pulled off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her perfect breasts seemed to glow in the moonlight.

“What are you doing?”

“Trusting you,” she said, hitching up her skirt as she settled back on the hood, then slid her fingers into her panties.

His cock tightened in his jeans as he watched her touch herself, and it was a wonder he didn’t come right then.

She opened her eyes, and he met her gaze, so turned on it felt like he was vibrating. “Don’t come,” he ordered. “That’s for me.”

“Yes, sir,” she said. “But if you don’t hurry I might be naughty and disobey.”

He almost laughed. Hurrying really wasn’t going to be a problem. He might want to go slow, but right now, his body had other ideas.

He moved closer, and stood between her legs. Then he slid her skirt the rest of the way up, then tugged her panties down, until finally her bare ass was against the hood.

Slowly, he teased his fingers up her thighs, then dipped into her slick heat. She was so open, so ready, and so uninhibited. His finger brushed her clit and she whimpered, her body trembling against his touch.

He was as hard as steel and desperate to be inside of her. “If you’re going to say no, now’s the time,” he said as he fumbled in his wallet for a condom.

She shook her head. “Never,” she said, and he believed her. Right then, he knew with certainty that she would never deny him anything in bed. The thought was heady. Enticing. And he couldn’t help but wonder how it was that he’d never felt like this with any other woman. So open. So aroused.

So damn happy.

He urged her toward him, and he teased her core with the tip of his cock, taking it slow. So deliciously, infuriatingly slow. Soon, though, he couldn’t take it any longer. He withdrew long enough to turn her over, then thrust himself deep into her, his hands on her hips. She moaned, begging him for more as cars drove by their headlights catching them each time one hit a curve.

“We can be seen,” she gasped.

His breath was hot against her ear. “They’re probably jealous.”

“We could probably cause a traffic accident.”

“In that case, baby, it’s time to move this party home.”