Free Blind: Killer Instincts by Sidney Bristol Page A

and I race dirt bikes, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    She closed the space between them and looped her arms around his neck. “I don’t know what kind of girls you’ve been with before, but I don’t mind a few bruises if the sex is good.” She kissed the corner of his mouth, lingering until she felt him relax a bit.
    “I’ve scared others,” he mumbled.
    “Did they tell you to stop?”
    “No.”
    “Would you have if they told you?”
    “Of course.” He jerked back as if she’d slapped him.
    “Hey, I’m just asking.” She pulled him once more into her embrace. “I don’t know what kind of porcelain dolls you’ve been fucking, but I think you need a new type, Detective.”
    “What type would that be?” He dropped his head until their brows rested against each other.
    Me.
    The whisper in her head was her voice, but it scared her. She had no business being with a man like him. Her edges were rough, but so were his.
    She laid her finger over his mouth. “You talk too much, anyone ever told you that?”
    He shook his head.
    First time for everything.
    Jacob moved so fast that one moment she was standing, the next he’d picked her up, crossed to the dining table, and sat her down on the edge so hard her teeth clicked together. A surge of adrenaline flooded her system, and for a second she hovered between the edge of fear and excitement. He loomed over her, hands around her wrists, holding her palms to the table.
    Oh, hello there.
    She chuckled, the sound deep and husky in her throat. Someone’s bad side was coming out to play. She let her flip-flops fall to the floor and curled one leg around his thigh.
    The hard lines on his face hadn’t eased, but neither had he moved. Was he waiting for her to fear him? Was this his attempt to intimidate her? She hadn’t been lying when she said she didn’t run. Besides, scary wasn’t the word she’d use to describe him right now.
    Emma arched her back and strained against his hold, but he remained out of her reach. He held her there for a moment, completely in control. She wasn’t the kind of girl who craved a man to dominate her, but there was something about a hot, in-control guy that pressed all her buttons.
    He let her wiggle her hands from his grasp. She grabbed the hem of his shirt, tugged it up, and worked it over his head and shoulders without his help. He seemed frozen to the spot, which was fine by her. There was plenty of him to explore and touch.
    She kissed his cheek and down his neck while she acquainted herself with the dips and curves of his chest and all those sleek muscles. He had a body honed from use, not one of those muscle-bound gym bodies. Later she’d have to become more intimately introduced. Now, she needed to give him a little motivation.
    He wanted to play rough? Well, she could do that.
    Emma gently bit the juncture of his neck and shoulder as she dug her nails into his pecs and raked them down.
    Jacob sucked in a deep breath. She let go and smoothed her hands over the nail tracks. He dug his hand into her hair, wrenching her head back and taking her mouth. He nipped her lower lip and thrust his tongue into her mouth. The flavor of the ice cream was a distant memory, but she moaned at the taste of him.
    Her pulse thundered in her veins and her nipples tightened, not to mention the state of her panties.
    His stubble rasped over her cheek as he pulled her head farther back, exposing the column of her throat. He supported her weight with his other hand under her back and bent over her, lavishing her throat and shoulder with kisses and little nips of his teeth. Slowly, he lowered her to the hard surface.
    Jacob stared down at her and she glimpsed some of the wildness in his gaze, but she was fluent in wild and crazy. It was his lucky fucking day.
    He grabbed the neck of her tank top and pulled, and the fabric came apart as if it were tissue paper, ripping straight down the front. She gaped at him, but he was already pulling her bra down, freeing