Free Femme Fatale by Cynthia Eden

head back. “I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. Take me, Mick. Here, now. And let me take you. When the smoke clears…we’ll figure out everything else.”
    He shouldn’t. If there was a killer vamp stalking just outside the door, what they needed was a plan of attack. And maybe he couldn’t even trust her. Maybe this was just some trick so that she would be able to bite him again.
Third time will be the charm.
    “Unless you don’t trust me,” Savannah said as her hands fell away from him. “Unless you let Kale’s words come between us.” She turned her back on him. “If that’s the case, then I understand. Well, no, actually, I really don’t. But whatever. Just stay here until dawn. I’ll deal with Kale and—”
    He grabbed her. Locked his hand around her shoulder and spun her back to face him. Mick’s mouth crashed down on hers. He kissed her hard, deep, and with all the fierce lust he had burning inside of him.
    And she kissed him back the same way. Her lips were soft and lush beneath his. Her tongue stroked against his. Her nipples pressed against his chest, right through the material of their clothes, and he wanted
in
her. She mattered. They mattered. The world was chaos, but he needed her.
    Mick wasn’t ready to let her go. But he did have a rule. “No biting,” he ordered, his voice a rumble. “Don’t even think about it.”
    Instead of pulling away, she laughed. God but he loved that sound. Then she was ripping at his clothes and he was yanking the skirt of her dress up higher. He should be using some kind of finesse. She’d asked him to
make love
to her, not attack her like a starving man. But there was a desperation riding him that he couldn’t ignore. Mick felt as if a clock were running out on them, quickly ticking away the seconds. He had to have her. Needed so desperately to connect with her again on a basic, primitive level.
    What’s real? What’s a lie?
    He pressed her shoulders to the wall. Lifted her up. Her long legs wrapped around his hips and he shredded her panties as he tried to yank them out of the way.
    What’s real?
    He positioned his cock at the entrance of her body. He held her easily and he drove deep, thrusting hard and heavily into her. Her moan was freaking music to his ears. He stared down at her and saw the flash of her teeth.
    What’s a lie?
    But she pressed her lips together and turned her face away from him. He plunged into her, over and over.
    He was the one to kiss her throat. The one to lightly nip her with his teeth. Because maybe…maybe he wanted to mark her, too. She gasped beneath his light bite, and he felt the spasm of her release as her sex squeezed tightly around him.
    Mick was right with her. His orgasm hit him with shuddering force, slamming through his entire body as the pleasure lashed and lashed against him.
    His heaving breaths seemed too loud in the silence that followed. His heartbeat was a drum that wouldn’t slow. Savannah’s head turned toward him. She gave him a faint smile. “Guess I’m not the only one who likes to bite.”
    “I—” Shit. Okay. He needed to explain this. “Savannah—”
    But in the next instant, her eyes went wide. Her nostrils flared and he saw the alarm on her face. “Smoke,” Savannah said.
    “What?”
    She shoved against him. In a flash, she was free of him and across the room. And he was still standing there, wishing she was right back on top of him again.
Dammit.
    “The bastard started a fire!” Savannah said, her voice sharp. “I can smell the smoke. He knew he couldn’t get past my security—so he’s trying to burn me.” She gave a hard shake of her head. “The same way I tried to burn him.”
    Mick yanked up his jeans and grabbed for the shirt he’d tossed aside. Or maybe Savannah had tossed it. He didn’t remember. He dressed as fast as he could and ran for the door.
    But Savannah grabbed his arm. “He’ll be waiting for us outside. He knows we can’t stay in here. It’s