High Octane by Lisa Renée Jones Read Free Book Online Page B

stairwell.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” Sabrina whispered behind him. “Ryan!”
    He didn’t reply. She’d find out his intention soon enough. There was something about Sabrina he likened to the adrenaline rush he got the minute the plane door opened and he knew the world was about to explode around him in some mad, uncertain, amazing way. Justonce in her life, Sabrina needed to feel that feeling. And he was going to be the man to show her how.
    Ryan yanked open the stairwell door, scanned for cameras and found none. Tugged Sabrina forward and pressed her back against the closed door, framing her legs with his. Nuzzled the thickness of his erection against her stomach. He could smell her, damn near taste her. Oh yeah, he was gonna taste her all right. In all kinds of ways.
    Her hands went to his chest. “Ryan! Are you crazy?!” Her green eyes glistened with flecks of amber warmth. It wasn’t normally a woman’s eyes he got lost in, but then, he was normally restricted to a dark bar and a quick goodbye before another mission. This time, the woman was his mission.
    â€œDaring,” he corrected, wrapping a hand around her neck to bring her to him. “Like you want to be.”
    â€œWhat are you doing?” she demanded, raspy, aroused, sexy as hell.
    â€œSomeone will see us! What about cam—”
    He kissed her—no, he drank her as he had the cool, perfect water that had saved his life not so long ago, in a place he’d rather forget. This kiss, this woman—neither one did he want to forget, nor did he expect he ever would.
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    Sabrina had barely processed Ryan’s statement before his lips once again possessed hers in another drugging, impossible-to-resist kiss, sweeping her into a deep, lustfilled haze. She struggled for sanity, willed her hands to shove Ryan away, instead losing herself in the rich, male taste of him. Desperately, she struggled to remain stiff and unyielding, failing miserably. Every slow, sensual stroke of Ryan’s tongue against hers drew her deeper into a spell, and slowly, slowly, her fingers softened against his hard muscle rather than trying to press him away from her.
    A tiny part of her brain continued to scream with the fear of being caught, with the frustration of having to worry at all. But Ryan’s touch, his tongue, his taste—it was all too much to resist. With a moan, she arched into his touch, his hands sliding across her back, caressing her into a burning need she wasn’t sure she could fight, wasn’t sure she wanted to fight.
    This was what people talked about when they said they were consumed with need. She knew now. Had never understood before.
    Another caress of his hand, another caress of his tongue, another rush of his spicy male scent, and worry slid away, the stairwell with it. Ryan was everything, Ryan was her next breath.
    Abandonment came with a rush of passion and Sabrina suddenly couldn’t get close enough to him. She pressed to her toes, reaching urgently for more of his mouth. Moaned when he deepened the kiss, a plea for more in the wordless demand. She reached for his shirt and worked her hand under the cotton, desperate to touch him. Sighing with the warmth of his skin, warm all over, she was just plain hot.
    He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples through her T-shirt. Her mind conjured an image of his mouth on her nipple. His lips found her jaw, her neck, and her head fell back against the door, welcoming the erotic invasion. Frustration rolled inside her as a tiny sliver of familiar fear and guilt slid into her consciousness and threatened to steal this escape. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered roughly, unconvincing even to her own ears.
    â€œI told you,” he said, his hand sliding under her shirt and over her breast again, teeth nipping her earlobe. “No worrying.” He shoved down her bra and tweaked her nipple.
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