Chapter Three
Trusting you is my decision,
but proving me right is your choice.
Back at his place, Lance ran a check for listening devices, even though the steps he’d left in place to make sure no one had entered while he’d been out meeting Michel then Dusan were still in place.
He couldn’t afford not to be extra vigilant.
While he did, Jasmine leaned against the wall.
Not the door, but the wall that was behind cement, not trusting just a small bit of wood to keep her safe if a shot came. He admired her for that.
He was bothered by a few things. First was that she didn’t speak and didn’t seem to be in any rush to do so. The second and far more important aspect was the intensity of his attraction to her.
Content with his check, he exhaled and rested his head against the wall. “Can I get you anything? Drink? I have water, beer, and juice.”
His place wasn’t that big, and he didn’t spend a lot of what was given to him. Part of his way to not get comfortable with the life.
“No.”
He stared at her before pushing away from the wall and heading to the kitchen for a drink. She may not want or need one, but he sure the fuck did. Popping the top on his beer, he strolled back into the living room. Jasmine hadn’t moved.
“I need your help.”
Again, not a peep from her. The first time, and last, that they had been together, her mouth hadn’t stopped moving as she’d cussed out the ADA, another cop, and probably him. He couldn’t remember everyone who’d gotten a taste of her wrath.
This woman here, now, was different than that one. No horribly clashed outfits. No hair that looked like it belonged back in the eighties. While she wasn’t as subdued in clothing choices as her twin, it was so much less than it had been.
Those large brown eyes of hers watched him.
“Are you going to say anything?”
“Who are you undercover with?”
He flattened his lips, knowing he wasn’t supposed to say a fucking thing.
A shake of her head. “Want my help but you don’t want to tell me anything.
Fine. How about I tell you what I know.” She pushed from the wall and moved toward him, hips doing that damn evocative sway that he no longer doubted was natural.
Her movements were too sensual no matter the situation to be anything but.
“You’re under with the Feds because they think they’ll be able to bring that fuck down.
Problem is, you’re starting to lose it because you’ve been under so long.
Doubting what you hear, not sure who you can trust any longer, and you want out.
So much so you’re actually risking it all to reach out to someone outside your little circle.
And you’re hoping that I’ll go along with this stupid plan of yours. ”
She was right there in front of him and he pulled her the rest of the way in so he could take possession of her pillowy lips.
Jasmine didn’t play coy with him, not in the slightest. Her mouth opened to welcome in his questing tongue. He licked all he could, the sides and top of her mouth, before dancing his tongue with hers. Her taste was something he would never forget— jasmine and a hint of oranges.
He growled low and cupped her ass, lifting her into his arms. She immediately wound her legs around him and he backed her into the wall.
Jasmine threaded her fingers into his hair as she rotated her hips, rubbing her pussy along his cock.
His senses were flying out of control. Lance swore her heat singed him through his jeans and her shorts.
Reaching between them, he put his hand over her core. Her response was to buck her hips farther into his touch farther. He nipped at her lower lip and pulled back to see her eyes, dark and hazy with desire. He realized this was a look he enjoyed on her. A lot.
He rubbed his knuckle along the seam of her shorts, pushing a bit harder when he was over her clit. Her full lips parted and she whimpered, not once dropping her gaze from his.
“What do you want?” His question was barely more than a rumble.
“Touch me.” Jasmine panted.
He gave her another two strokes while he did his level best to ignore the cock threating to punch free of his denim.
“I am.” He nipped her chin. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your fingers in my pussy. Make me come.” She gasped as he rubbed harder. “Yes, God, like that. But more.”
“You’re going to come. More than once.” He teased her smooth skin under the shorts as he angled closer to her heated center.
“Yes.”
His dick pulsed as he came in contact with her smooth pussy, her arousal making her slick.
“Bare.”
“Better this way.” A shudder. “More sensitive.”
Jealousy bit him at the thought of another touching her and having permission to enjoy what she offered him now. He shoved it away and dragged his fingers up her wetness. Her lids fluttered closed as another panted ‘yes’ fell from her mouth.
“Watch me, Jasmine.”
Her fingers gripped his hair harder, nails digging into his skull as she listened to him.
“You’re to keep your eyes on me. I want you to know who’s doing this to you.” He pushed two fingers deep in her heat and she moaned even as she bit her lower lip.
“Christ you’re so fucking tight. You’re going to choke the fuck out of my cock when I’m inside you.”
Her nipples poked against the thin barrier of her shirt. He didn’t fucking know where her ASP was and, right now, didn’t care. Pumping his fingers, he worked her clit with the pad of his thumb.
Using the wall behind her to his advantage, he slipped his hand that wasn’t being hugged by the hottest sheath he’d experienced to her breast and tweaked her nipple.
She came hard with a keening cry, legs lashing tighter around him. Holy shit. His legs shook with need and he fumbled with the fly on his jeans.
Shit. Condom.
Jasmine sucked her lower lip in her mouth and brought herself closer to his face. Brown eyes full of so much emotion and heat bore into his as she scraped along the nape of her neck with those short, unpolished nails of hers.
“Hurry.”
One word. Barely over a whisper. He more felt the brush of her breath along his wet lips than heard the plea. It wasn’t smooth, there wasn’t any finesse as he ripped open the condom, rolled it down his hard throbbing length and drove deep into her seconds after he tugged her clothes to the side.
“Shit yes!” She bowed her back with the cry that escaped.
“Fuck me.” He put them forehead to forehead as he held still, balls-deep inside her. “Christ, Jasmine. You’re so fucking slick and tight. So goddamn tight.”
She flexed her internal muscles and that just about kicked him over the edge of the control he struggled to maintain.
“Don’t let me down now, Lance. I’m not looking for gentle lovemaking.”
That was what he’d needed to hear. There wasn’t going to be anything gentle about this. Far too long since he’d lost himself in a woman, and for it to be this one, who had always retained a hold on his memory? Raw. Hard. Fast. Deep.
Those were the words ripping through his head as his control eroded.
At the first hard thrust, she nipped his neck and begged for more. He gave it to her.
* * * *
It was the click of his doorknob that alerted Lance to potential trouble. Jasmine lay in his arms and they were on the floor in his bedroom. He flexed his fingers along her arm and smiled when she put his sidearm in his hand, all without moving much.
His perfect woman. They hadn’t been so far gone to forget the need to have protection close.
The bedroom door flung open and Michel pulled up short. Lance got it, the man who believed himself invincible and untouchable had to be shocked to see himself facing down not one but two guns.
“What the fuck are you doing in my place, Michel?”
“Dad wanted me to bring you in.” His beady eyes drifted back to the woman in Lance’s arms.
“Keep your eyes off my woman.” Lance spat out the words.
Michel adjusted himself. “You should share her. Is she not worth the bed? I see a lot of clothing all over your floor.”
Lance sat up, allowing the blanket to fall to his waist. Looking to his left, where Jasmine had the cover tucked under her full breasts but the gun out and pointed with unerring accuracy at Michel, Lance smiled. Bending, he kissed her then stood up, naked.
A low moan from Jasmine hit him and he smirked. Then turned his back on Michel, trusting her to keep him safe. And the move showed off the rake marks she’d put on him as he went to draw on a pair of workout pants.
“Did you want to tell your dad why you had to stay and watch me dress? Or can you step out of the room so my woman can get dressed? I don’t give a fuck if you look at my cock but I’ll fucking be dead before I allow your eyes to rest upon her nude body.
That’s mine.” Lance didn’t even attempt to hide the blatant possessiveness in his tone.
* * * *
Jasmine sank against the buttery-soft leather seat in the back of the SUV they rode in.
Personally, she wasn’t a fan of not having her own way out other than running, but it was too late for her to insist on getting there herself.
Hell, she’d not had a car in years. Easier to be tracked down, and so much easier to just boost what she needed when and if she required it.
Lance sat beside her, his face the epitome of calm, but she knew better. She could read him like a book. Had been able to since the first day they had met. Jasmine hid a chuckle as she recalled his expression when she’d dragged her far-too-long nails up his chest and propositioned him.
Despite the line she’d crossed when she’d been betrayed, there were some things that had been imbedded deep in her soul.
And leaving this man to face a certain death if she ratted him out wasn’t something she could do.
So for the moment she was officially the unofficial girlfriend of Lance, who worked for the Jankovic crime family.
She couldn’t stop playing in her head how he’d protected her body from Michel’s view. Like she actually meant something to him.