Prey
prey.
And, frankly your scent brings out the beast in me.”
    Nae bounced on his shoulder, and his
clavicle dug into her belly. She raised her torso to get an idea of
where he was taking her. Holding onto the only weapon she had left,
she lifted her arm again.
    “ I have no problem
smacking this ass. Tell me, suiker since we we’re never properly introduced. What’s
your name?” He squeezed the butt cheek he’d already slapped, and
the soles of her tennis shoes hit a hard wooden barrier.
    She tried to press her thighs
together, and her clit throbbed. What the hell was wrong with her?
Nae coughed. “Put me down dammit!” The temperature must have
dropped while she was inside. Cold air wrapped around her, raising
goose-bumps on her bare arms. “What is a suitkeer?”
    “ You are.”
    The door swung back and closed with a
quiet click. Something rustled through the leaves at the tree line.
They passed the row of bikes until they came to the last one, where
he eased her down onto her feet. She glanced around and realized
they were alone. El stuck her gun in the side of the saddlebag and
crossed his arms.
    Nae rubbed her stomach. “You’re not
going to come quietly are you?”
    He stared down at her and cocked a
brow. “Depends on where we’re going.”
    “ You’re a wanted
man.”
    He caged her with his arms, resting
his palms on the seat behind her. “That’s nothing new or
surprising. How bad do you want me? I can smell it you
know.”
    “ Smell what?” She
discreetly turned her head toward the leather bag attached to his
motorcycle. If she ducked under his arm, she might be able to grab
the gun just under the flap.
    El shook his head as if
guessing her intention. “Why deny our baser needs … you find me attractive . I
find myself craving you. We can make this happen, and then discuss
whatever else it is you want from me - later.” He skimmed his nose
over the hollow below her ear. “You make my mouth
water.”
    She levered back. “What are you? Who
are they?” Nae tilted her chin toward the door.
    “ I can be whatever you
want.” He glanced over his shoulder. “And they will do what the
hell I tell them.” El dipped his head and placed his mouth on
hers.
    Her eyes fluttered shut.
Instantly, she was in a vortex of longing
and she had no clue where they came from .
He nipped her full bottom lip and flicked his tongue over the sting
to soothe it. Large hands weighed heavily on her hips, burrowing
under the waistband of her jeans. Blunt fingertips dug into the
soft skin of her ass. She needed to stop him. But, her body wasn’t
listening to her mind. She hiked up her leg, wrapping it around his
thigh. Juices flowed through her pussy, dampening her
panties.
    He traced his tongue along her throat,
gently sucking her skin between his teeth in intervals. The button
on her jeans popped, and the lowering of her zipper was loud to her
ears. She pushed her hands between them, skating over the planes of
the solid wall of his chest. His heart beat a rhythmic tattoo
against her palm. El’s head dipped lower, the rasp of his tongue
along the sensitive skin of her cleavage sent electricity jumping
along her nerves. She swallowed caught up in the intensity of his
touch.
    She pushed at his chest, and he lifted
his head to stare at her with vibrant moss green eyes. His voice
rumbled and vibrated through his chest. “Will you deny us this
pleasure?”
    Nae licked her lips. “I came to haul
you back to Reno, not fuck you in public.”
    “ I don’t care where I take
you.” He ran an index finger along her chin. “But, I will have
you.”
    El hauled her up against him. The
length of his cock protruded through the material of his pants, and
all she wanted to do was dry hump his thigh. He spun them around
and levered a leg over the motorcycle. Sliding an arm around her
waist, he heaved her up and planted her in his lap, facing
him.
    “ Hold on.” He leaned
forward, and the cold steel beneath her ass rumbled to a

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