Brooke, Leah - Panthers' Prey [Black Panthers 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

She’d pretty much talked herself out of them, and then like a schoolgirl, had been so excited to see them walk in, only to have Marc ruin it by acting like an ass.

She looked at him again through the glass, surprised to see that he still seemed to stare straight at her, apparently not paying any attention at all to whatever Leland was saying to him.

Knowing he couldn’t see her, she stuck her tongue out at him.

She knew it was a childish gesture, but it made her feel a little better. At least it didn’t hurt like kicking the desk had.

God, she ached.

Bracing her hands on her desk, she took several deeps breaths, hoping to calm herself down. The need that clawed at her felt even stronger than it had the day after they’d rescued her, the intensity of it so alarming, it hurt her stomach.

A knock startled her and had her spinning on her heel, her hand going to her chest. Staring at the door, she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She didn’t want either Ricky or Gun to see her this way. She didn’t want anyone to see her this way.

Weakness of any kind had to be hidden at all costs.

Forcing a smile, she opened the door, shocked to find James standing on the other side.

Her smile fell, lust slamming into her with a force that stole her breath. Her fingers just itched to explore his wide chest and to run her hands through his incredibly dark hair. Remembering his teasing when he threatened to stick his hand under the covers, she pressed a hand to her quivering stomach.

The epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, he looked good enough to eat. The idea of starting at his full, sexy lips and then working her way down his magnificent body appealed to her. Lowering her gaze, she admired his flat stomach before allowing her gaze to move lower.

He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was hard, the impressive bulge pressing against his jeans making her stomach tighten even more.

To her shock, her pussy and bottom both sizzled with awareness, the sensation so unfamiliar and overpowering that she took a step back before meeting his gaze again.

His hard, brown eyes sharpened and darkened until they appeared nearly black, but remained hooded as they raked over her. The trail of heat left behind had her gripping the edge of the door, fighting to get her raging hormones under control.

The knowing light in his eyes told her he knew exactly what he did to her, and that he had every intention of using it to her advantage.

Not about to let him get the upper hand, she started to slam the door in his face.

“Get out.”

He moved fast, slipping into her office, frowning when she stepped back. He closed the door behind him, leaning back against it.

“I’ve missed you, Bailey.”

The deep silky cadence of his tone carried an intimacy that sent a delicious shiver through her. The way he said her name made her want to throw herself into his arms.

Women, like the two in the bar, probably fell at his feet all the time, and she sure as hell didn’t plan to be one of them.

Struggling not to rub her thighs together, she lifted a brow, forcing a smile.

“What happened? You get lost on your way to town? I’ve been right here.”

Mortified at the hurt that came through, she turned away. “Forget it. What do you want?”

He lifted a brow, his eyes glittering as he leaned close, running a finger down her arm from behind before turning her to face him.

His eyes seemed to darken even more as they held hers. He ran a finger from her jaw to her chin and then to her throat, tracing where the bruises had faded. “If I told you what I want from you, Bailey Knox, you’d run screaming into the night.”

He smiled, a flash of white that made her stomach clench. “Of course, that wouldn’t stop me at all.”

His gaze went lower, lingering on her breasts and making her nipples tingle.

“For now, let’s just say that I couldn’t stay away from you any longer. I keep thinking about the way you felt in my arms, and I’m very much looking forward to having you there again.”

Slanting a look at him, she inwardly cursed at the rush of moisture and the growing awareness in her pussy.

“Hmm. Really? I haven’t given it another thought.”

Gripping her shoulders, he began to massage gently, bending close and touching his lips to her ear, chuckling when she shivered.

“Liar. You’ve missed me just as much as I’ve missed you. Did you think I didn’t notice that you got aroused as soon as we walked through the door? Your nipples are pressing against your shirt, your eyes have that clouded look to them that makes me crazy, and your breathing isn’t quite steady. Your heart is racing, and my cock came to attention the second I saw you. That pussy’s already wet for me, isn’t it, Bailey? You want me every bit as much as I want you. The scent of you—the scent of your arousal—is close to driving me insane to have you.”

Bailey fisted her hands at her sides as another surge of longing went through her, each wave stronger and more consuming than the last. Hoping to get a grip on herself, she shrugged off his hands and hurriedly moved out of his arms to squeeze into the small space behind her desk.

“I think you and your friend are full of shit. You claim to smell all sorts of things that you couldn’t possibly smell. If it’s a line, I’m not biting.”

Plopping into her old, dilapidated chair, she gave him a smile of amusement and raised a brow, not about to let him see how badly she wanted to jump him.

“So, what do you want to do? Fuck me right here on my desk?”

Coming around the side of her desk, James seated himself on the corner, effectively blocking her in, his big body positioned between her and the door.

To her surprise, he appeared to consider her question, his eyes narrowing for just a few seconds before he nodded once.

“Fuck it. If that’s the way you want it—sure. Why not?”

He moved so fast she didn’t manage more than a yelp as he bent, lifted her, and dropped her onto his lap to straddle him in a move that required a great deal of strength—one that impressed the hell out of her.

With his hands on her hips, he moved her slit over his cock, his eyes narrowed as they lingered on her small breasts, making her nipples tingle with the need for his touch.

“We wanted you, you know. This week we spied on you to make sure you were all right.”

Surprised, she opened her mouth to ask why she hadn’t seen them, but he pressed a finger over her lips before she could speak.

“We couldn’t come near you. We wanted you so much and it terrified us, but we wanted to make sure you didn’t have any lasting effects of the attack.”

Gathering her against him, he pressed his cock against her slit.

“I was scared of hurting you. I was scared of how you made me feel. I could see that you were scared, too. The need is strong, isn’t it, honey?”

Pushing against him so she could see his face, she rocked her hips, moaning at the feel of his cock pressed against her slit.

“And you’re not scared anymore?”

James grinned. “Honey, you terrify the hell out of me, but I’ve come to grips with it and decided maybe it’s time we scare the hell out of each other.”

Gripping his shoulders, she sucked in a breath as another jolt of heat went though her. Arching her back, she pressed her slit against the hard bulge of his cock, pushing her breasts out in invitation. She hated giving in to him so easily, but the pleasure and the promise of more was just too much to resist.

“James! Holy hell, that’s good.”

Threading his fingers through her hair, he cupped her face, using his thumbs to lift her chin until her eyes met his. He smiled, the tension around the edges unmistakable.

“Scary, isn’t it? We’ve barely touched, and you want me inside you every bit as much as I want to sink into you and feel that sweet pussy ripple all around my cock.”

Clenching his jaw, he loomed over her, running his thumbs back and forth over her bottom lip, his eyes flashing.

“I’ve spent days imagining burying my cock inside you. I’ve woken up in the middle of every fucking night hard as a rock with wanting you, and no amount of jerking off even comes close to satisfying me. You’ve ruined me, Bailey. I don’t want any other woman, and I would want to kill any other man who touches you. I think that goes way past
good
.”

Bailey trembled with nerves and need, each vying for supremacy. God, she wanted him. She’d never before experienced such excitement, such total loss of control in a man’s arms the way she did when he or Marc touched her.

She didn’t want to give up a single minute of it.

Tugging his hair, she pulled him closer, her breath mingling with his.

“You’re good at sweet talk, too, but I’m not that gullible. You’ve stayed away too long to have wanted me that way. You’re here now, though, and I want you. I don’t know if I can wait until the bar closes. Why don’t we go up to my apart—”

With one hand in her hair and the other at her back, he pulled her against him and took her mouth in a scorching kiss that left her breathless. Each stroke of his tongue over hers created an answering tug to her clit, his kiss so intimate and possessive, she found herself melting against him. A thrill went through her each time one of those growls rumbled in his chest, the sound of it both alarming and darkly erotic.

Lifting his head, he sipped at her lips, the tension in his body pressed against hers telling her he was just as affected by their play.

“I want you too much to put it off until later. The only reason I stayed away from you is because I had to come to terms with some things. That’s done. I won’t be staying away from you anymore.”

His deep voice, so sexy and full of intent, washed over her in rippling waves, the promise in it too irresistible a lure to allow her to attempt to play any games with him.

She wanted him too much to do anything but give in to her need for him.

Her breasts swelled against his chest, her nipples tight. Her pussy clenched repeatedly, her clit swollen and aching for attention. She couldn’t deny the thrill that went through her at his admission, but she wouldn’t allow herself to believe that it was any more than physical. She just knew that she wanted him with an intensity that wouldn’t be denied.

The muted sounds of music and conversation came through the thin walls, reminding Bailey that others were in the bar. She’d never ignored her responsibilities before, but right now the entire bar could fall around her ears and she wouldn’t care.

James worked her shirt up, freeing her breasts to fall into his waiting hands, and covered her mouth again, swallowing her soft cries of pleasure.

Rubbing her slit against the hard bulge of his cock, she pushed her breasts more fully into his hands, crying out against his mouth again when he gave her nipples the attention she needed. Grabbing his arms, she moaned at the light tug of her nipple, loving the feel of his hands on her bare flesh.

Her body tingled everywhere, shaking so hard she had trouble holding on to him. She shivered, loving the feel of his fingers sliding over the underside of her breasts.

James lifted his head, his eyes dark and hooded and flaring when she moaned.

“I’ve got to taste you.” With a hand wrapped in her hair, he pulled her head back and cupped her breast, using his thumb and forefinger to pinch her nipple a little harder than before. Keeping his eyes on hers, he studied her reaction, groaning with each deep breath he took.

“I’m going to spread those thighs and eat you up. Lick you and suck that clit until you come against my mouth. Imagining it is one of the things that keeps me awake at night.”