42. Excerpt Shield
“ Have you been following me?” I blurt it out when he’s still a few yards away from me, walking toward me with purpose. “I’ve seen this car before. I’m not as stupid as you’d like me to be, Mr. Dragovar—”
He’s on me before I can finish my statement, his hands rough and unapologetic as they push my hat off my head, tear at my coat. Crushing his mouth into my neck, his teeth scrape my skin, biting me, marking me. I yelp, eyes wide, frozen in shock.
His touch is desperate, unhinged, and it unlocks something equally reckless in me. Weeks of suppressed desire surge to the surface, leaving me trembling and needy.
I press my hands to his chest, intending to shove him back, but instead, I dig my fingers into his steely muscles, grinding my pussy against the hard ridge of his cock.
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, to tell him I don’t want him, that he needs to leave me the fuck alone. But that’s not what comes out .
“Matti,” I moan, throwing my arms around his neck.
He freezes and pulls back. Locking eyes with me, he searches my face, his eyes dark and desperate. He runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, staring at my mouth.
Something about him feels so vulnerable and soft beneath his hard expression, and I’m drowning, drowning in the heat of him. I close my lips around his thumb, and suck it into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the tip.
His breath hitches, and his gaze sharpens, dark and commanding with an intensity I’ve never seen before. A low rumble reverberates in his chest. He pulls his thumb out of my mouth and yanks my coat off, throwing it on the hood of the car.
“Take your pants off,” he growls in my ear. “Now.”
“I can’t,” I whisper hoarsely. Layers. Boots. Socks. It’s winter, for fuck’s sake, and it’s freezing. Or it was.
He rips my sweater dress off over my head and unclasps my bra, allowing my breasts to spill free. Wrapping his strong arms around me, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and sets me down on the hood of the car on top of my coat. Then grabs my waist band and glares at me.
“Siena, if you don’t take off your pants right now, I’m going to rip them off you.”
He’s staring at me, waiting, and I stare back, defiantly. I just can’t bring myself to follow his orders.
As if he can read my thoughts, he gives a quick nod. “Fine.”
I gasp as he pushes me back on the hood of the car, and shoves my legs wide, kneeling between my thighs. Maintaining eye contact he reaches between my legs and grabs the crotch of my leggings and panties with both hands. I shudder as his fingertips rake over my pussy in the process.
Without shifting his gaze away from mine, he rips my leggings and panties from the front waistband to the back like they are made of tissue paper, and shoves the material down my thighs. My jaw drops, my chest heaving with heavy breaths as I fight to maintain control.
He presses his large palms to the inside of my thighs and spreads me wide open. I bite back a breath as the cold air hits my wet pussy. Shifting his gaze and his hands to my center, he rubs his thumbs around my entrance, skirting my clit as he digs his fingers bruisingly into my thighs.
I lean up on my elbows to watch what he’s doing, my gaze drawn where his is, between my legs. Watching him makes me even wetter, and I start to whimper with need. Soon his thumbs are slippery, my slickness coating his hands and my thighs.
I push my hips forward, and he looks up at me like a warning and drags his tongue over his lip, breathing hard.
“Fuck, baby.” His voice is like gravel. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”