Free Amber Fire by Lisa Renée Jones

wouldn’t.”
    â€œTry me,” he bit out between his teeth.
    After a moment of probing his expression, she said, “Fine. Let’s go.”
    He didn’t need any more encouragement. Jareth took off walking, all but dragging her with him. As much as he wanted to take her to that hotel next door, he didn’t want to risk Mike following them, engaging them in yet another confrontation before he could talk to Amber.
    He walked down one hall, and then the next, found a deserted, dark room, and shoved open the door.
    The instant they were inside, Amber whirled on him and demanded, “What haven’t you told me? Because I can tell there is something.”
    Jareth shoved a chair under the door handle and turned to Amber. His hands slid possessively to her hips as he walked her toward the empty hospital bed. He was stricken by how soft she was where he was hard, how tiny, and how she spread warmth through him so easily after life had left him merely cold.
    Once she was captive between him and the bedframe, his fingers entwined in the silky strands of her hair, his thumbs tracing a line down her cheeks. “Damn it, woman. I told you not to confront that man. I told you he is dangerous.”
    Wild hunger overcame him, a sudden rush of need. He kissed her, thrust his tongue past her lips with the hunger of a starving beast. He did not want to care about Amber—a human so easily lost, a human so easily hurt by his world. Nor did he want to need her. But need burned through his limbs, fired his blood. His hand curved around her slim waist, caressed a path to the swell of her breast before filling his palm with the weight of it. His fingers tracked the stiff peak pressed beneath her T-shirt. He deepened the kiss, punishing her for making him worry, making him want. Making him need.
    He picked her up and set her on the bed, shoved her legs apart and pulled her body against his hard, throbbing cock. “Don’t you see the risk you take with him?”
    â€œI cannot turn a blind eye to all of this.” Her hand went to where his covered her breast. He molded her breast. She bit her lip and arched into the touch, but still managed to argue. “And you cannot come into my life and try to take over. You’re practically a stranger.”
    â€œStranger,” he half growled, infuriated, slanting his mouth over hers again, kissing her deeply, passionately. Branding her with his tongue as he planned to do with his cock. Jareth shoved her shirt up and unhooked her bra. Filled his palms with her breasts, the nipples poking at his palms, her arousal stroking his nostrils and sending heat straight to his dick. He was thick and pulsing with the need to feel her sweet, tight heat clench around him. “Do I still feel like a stranger?” He pressed his hand between her legs, finding the cloth of her pants wet. She moaned. “Or does making it with a stranger turn you on? Is that what makes you this hot and wet?” He unzipped her pants, slid a finger inside and stroked her clit through the damp silk barrier.
    â€œThat’s so unfair,” she whispered.
    â€œI told you once already,” he reminded her, using the fingers of one hand to press beneath her panties to stroke the sensitive flesh. At the same time, his other hand found a plump rosy nipple and lightly plucked. “I never promised to be fair.” And judging from the way she was dripping all over his fingers, rocking against his caresses, she didn’t have a problem with that. Breathlessly, she reminded him, “We’re supposed to be talking.”
    He slid his hand free from her panties, ready to rip them and her pants away. Framed her waist on both sides. “We’ll talk after I taste you.” He lifted her hips off the bed, and in a quick move, tugged her pants over her hips and past her knees. Almost instantly, his tongue found her clit. She gasped as he suckled her, and then traced her cleft