Page 12 of Air of Seduction
She squeezes her eyes shut and lets out a shuddering sigh. “I have to find her.”
“I will.” I take in the anguish on her face, but I’m still angry with her for almost getting herself killed. “You’re not coming, though.”
“What?” Her eyes fly open. “Of course I am.” Her eyes narrow on mine.
I shake my head slowly. “No, you’re not. You can’t be trusted. You promised to stay behind me, but you didn’t. And look what happened. You could have been killed. I’m not taking that risk again.”
Her lips press into a hard line. Putting her hands on my chest, she pushes away from me, and I reluctantly release her.
Crossing her arms, she stares at me with defiance. “Fine. I’ll go alone.”
“No, you fucking won’t.” My voice is reduced to a growl, and my nostrils flare with my anger.
“You can’t stop me.” Her eyes are narrow slits. If looks could kill, I’d be out cold.
“I can, and I will.”
***
Payton
We stare at each other, the air practically vibrating with the tension between us.
My blood is soaring through my body at an alarming rate, my pulse rushing in my ears. He’s so much bigger and stronger than I am. If he really wants to stop me, he can. But if he thinks I’ll give up without a fight, he’s in for a surprise.
“You’re not the boss of me.” I shake my head to underline my words. “I can do whatever I want. Or, are you going to take me prisoner? I think your friends might object to that.”
He crosses his arms over his impressive chest, mirroring my own stance. “My friends can object as much as they want, but they’ll recognize that I’m only keeping you restrained for your own safety.”
Restrained.I blink as an image pops into my mind of Ronan holding me down and pushing inside me, and something tightens low in my belly. My pulse rushes in my ears for an entirely different reason than anger.
My gaze drops to his lips. They look so soft, unlike the rest of his body that’s all hard muscles.
Before I can think better of it, I launch myself at him. My arms wrap around his neck, and my legs lock around his waist.
His body tenses against mine when I press my lips to his. His lips are warm and soft, just like I expected. But he doesn’t respond to my kiss.
Until he does.
A deep growl rumbles through him, making his chest vibrate. Then his fingers dig into my ass, and his lips seal over mine.
His tongue swipes into my mouth, forcing a moan from me, and I tighten my arms around his neck. It’s a good thing I do, because in the next instant, he proceeds to plunder my mouth like kissing me is as vital to him as breathing and his lungs are depleted of air.
His tongue rubbing against mine stokes a fire inside me. My pussy clenches with a desperation to be filled, and like he knows exactly what I need, he presses my lower body to his and rocks his pelvis against my core.
Judging by the hard ridge in his pants rubbing against my sensitive clit, he’s just as affected by me as I am by him.
But then I’m suddenly back on my feet.
I blink my eyes open as I sway and try to find my balance. Ronan’s hands are on my hips, keeping me steady, but his eyes are squeezed shut, and his lips are pinched.
As soon as I’ve found my feet, and am no longer in danger of falling over, his arms drop to his sides, and he takes a step back.
Raking his fingers through his hair, he opens his eyes and glares at me. “I hope you don’t think that’s going to change my mind.”
My jaw drops in disbelief. But before I can shout at him for being an ass, he reaches down and adjusts himself. And my brain must short-circuit or something at the sight of the huge bulge in his pants, because I suddenly can’t seem to find any words.
I’ve had a couple of boyfriends before, but none of them were packing anywhere near his kind of equipment. I wonder what it would feel like to…