Free Make Me Weak (Make Me #1) by Megan Noelle

in the far back of the lot, and I just couldn’t wait that long for a nicotine release. This situation was making the little hairs on the back of my neck stand. I couldn’t remember the last time my body and senses were so tightly wound.
    I dug around in my purse, pulled out a cigarette , and searched fruitlessly for a lighter. How in the hell is it possible for lighters to always just disappear into thin air? We were steps away from the front of Kayne’s car when I decided to just seize the courage to break the silence between Onyx and I. His footsteps told me he was close behind, but I didn’t know where.
    Turning to face him I held my cigarette up for him to see.
    “Do you have a…” Before I could finish my question Onyx placed his hands on my face and sealed his mouth over mine.
    My feet stumbled back , but I was firmly within Onyx’s grasp as a hand left my face, and pressed against my lower back. His taste sent my sensitive body on a complete ride. Every single goosebump on my arm stood to get a feel of him. My cigarette dropped from my fingers as I stood on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck. His body pinned mine against the side of the truck, and just when I thought I couldn’t experience more pleasure—I did. Onyx slid his hands down the sides of my body until he reached the top of my thighs. A fire coursed through my veins as my skin craved more of his touch.
    As if reading my mind he bent down, wrapped his fingers under my knees , and lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist while my fingers tangled themselves in his soft dark strands of hair. I kept our mouths together, sucking his tongue deep into my mouth. His teeth bit down onto my lip, the taste of blood dripped against my taste buds, but we didn’t stop. He took a firm grip of my hips and pulled away breathless.
    We panted together, our eyes flickering through a myriad of emotions as we held eye contact.
    “Are you fucking my nephew?” He finally asked. The usual deep British accent becam e a rough heated growl that sent a chill down my spine.
    The throb between my thighs became more persistent , as I wanted nothing more than for him to dull that ache. I didn’t even care how. Just as long as he was the one delivering the magical bliss.
    “Answer me.” He demanded.
    I had completely forgotten about his question.
    “No, I’m not.” The blazing fire in his eyes began to lightly soften as his mouth reached out , sliding against my neck.
    The sensitive skin of my neck went wild as the rough scratch of his facial hair rubbed , while his lips slowly kissed a trail. Below my ear. The curve of my neck. The base of my throat. Not a single spot was left out as he sent my body to a desperate, needing place it had never been. No one made me crumble this way. No one could turn a single kiss into an erotic paradise. No one could make me weak the way Onyx could.
    And I had hardly seen all that he could do.
    “Do you want to?” Onyx asked after another torturously wonderful minute.
    “Do I want to what?”
    “Fuck him.” He growled against my neck. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I was almost positive a groan of need escaped.
    “No, I don’t! Enough fuckin’ talking!”
    That made him back his face away with a mischievous grin on his face. My chest moved in and out so quickly I was sure I would never catch my breath. At least, as long as Onyx was around I wasn’t going to.
    “Do you not like my questions, love?” The control was back in his voice , and it was slowly pissing me off. Here I was, unable to breathe. And now he was talking to me like we weren’t wrapped around each other in a completely erotic fashion. In the middle of a parking lot. Of a respectable country club.
    “I can’t focus on them.” I admitted.
    He smirked, letting a single finger trace along my hairline, down the side of my face. “Is it because you are needing my touch?”
    The tip of his finger didn’t just stop at my chin but instead continued a