Free Busted by Cher Carson Page A

the evidence of his
arousal staring her in the face, but he wouldn’t let her.
    He took her hand and closed it over his erection. “That’s
what you do to me.” He grit his teeth. “Every damn time I see you, I remember,
and I get hard just thinkin’ about what it felt like, havin’ you bent over that
car, takin’ you from behind, makin’ you scream my name…”
    He wove a powerful spell, merging the past with the present
and the possibilities he promised in the future, if only she was brave enough
to take him up on his unspoken offer. “Please…”
    “Don’t tell me you want me to stop. You know you don’t.” He
knelt down in front of her, his hands on her knees, gently prying her legs
apart. “It’s okay to be different, to want things other people don’t understand.
What happens between us is nobody’s business but ours, sweetheart.”
    She wanted to believe that, but she’d lived here her whole
life. Privacy was just an illusion in this town. Everyone knew everyone else’s
business, and she didn’t want to be the teacher everyone talked about around
the water cooler on Monday morning. “I can’t do this. I know you don’t
understand, but I have my job, my family—”
    “What about what you want?” He brushed his thumb over her
nipple, back and forth, slowly, hypnotically, testing her reaction. When she
didn’t push him away, he slipped a hand under the thin barrier of cotton and
began tweaking and teasing her with his hands until her eyes drifted closed on
a helpless whimper.
    She tried to control her reactions to this man, but it was
hopeless. It was like he had mapped her body and he was intent to lead her to climax,
with or without her consent. “I don’t know what I want.”
    “Yes, you do.” He pulled her to her feet as he pushed the
hoodie off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at their feet. He honed
in on a sensitive spot in the hollow of her neck, licking and nipping at her
delicate skin until she felt boneless. “You want me. You want me to make you
feel good, like only I can.”
    He absorbed her helpless sob when he took her mouth, kissing
her savagely, mercilessly.
    Then she saw the dominant man rest of the world knew
existed, but never saw. His eyes were dark and glittered dangerously as he
pulled back to look at her. His chest heaved with every breath he took, and she
knew he wanted to punish her for making him lose control.
    “You hate feeling this way, don’t you?” She licked her lips
when he grasped her wrists in one hand and pinned her arms behind her back.
“You hate losing control.” She knew she was a fool to bait him, but she needed
to know that he felt as helpless as she did.
    “No one has ever done this to me.” He snagged her bottom lip
between his teeth, licking and nipping at random. “I didn’t think I could feel
this way. Sex is supposed to be sex, that’s all.” He closed his eyes, as though
he was trying to prevent her from seeing more than he felt ready to reveal. “I
can control that, but this…” He sucked the delicate skin at the base of her
neck into his mouth hard, marking her. “I hate feelin’ like this, like you’re
the one controllin’ me.” He muttered a curse. “It’s not supposed to be like
this.”
    She knew being so vulnerable killed him, and it made her
want him more. He may be able to dominate women with his expertise and quiet
commands, but he couldn’t control what he felt, or the effect it had on him.
“Why did you come here tonight?” she asked, tipping her head back to give him
access to her neck.
    “To have sex with you.”
    “Liar.”
    Cole backed her against the nearest wall, raising her higher
until her breasts were level with his mouth. He drew her nipple into his mouth,
soaking the thin cotton barrier as he sucked on the pebbled peaks ruthlessly.
    “Take this off,” she begged. “Please, I need to feel your
mouth on me.”
    He looked at her for a fraction of a second before letting
her slide