Throwback Thursday: Hunting Mila
June 8, 2017
Futuristics are always fun to write. No rules, lots of crazy weapons and technology , and, of course, some very hot scenes.
HUNTING MILA
Saints & Sinners, Book 1
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“I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Mila.” He sighed. “I don’t have time for this. You and I know what you can do when you bat those fake green eyes. Now do it so we can get through here. Spending time in jail here is worse than a Turkish prison on Earth late in the twentieth.”
“My eyes are not fake.”
“Whatever you say, love.” His voice had deepened, sending her hormones bouncing.
He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her against him.
Leaning down, he brushed his lips against her ear. “I want these people to believe we’re together, and not as inmate and warden. So, shut up, do as I say and I might just save that cute ass of yours.”
Mila knew she should be pissed. She didn’t let anyone talk to her like that—especially a man. But his breath feathered over her skin, causing heat to dance along her nerve endings. His voice flirted, even as he was telling her what to do. Heat increased and then coiled in her belly, slipping down further between her legs. It took every bit of her willpower not to rub up against him like some damn cat in heat.
She turned her head to look at him and had to lean her head back to make eye contact. When she did, her breath caught in her throat at the lust she saw there.
“And just why would I want to do that? I don’t need a man.” Dammit, she sounded out of breath, like some damn fifteen-year-old with her first crush.
His lips quirked. “Now, you know I can’t let that statement go by without a comment.”
He pulled her closer and brought his face to within inches of hers. Their mouths were lined up perfectly for a kiss. She shivered as all the breath in her lungs seemed to freeze, then release in one fast “whoosh”. All she needed to do was stand on tiptoe and she could see what he tasted like.
“I think you do need a man, Mila. You need a man who can handle you, in and out of bed.”
She could feel the warmth of him through their clothing. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she tried to think of a response. Something that would put the big, gun-stealing Neanderthal in his place. Nothing came to mind because all she could think of was just how good it would be to taste his lips, his skin and just how good it would be to let him take control.
“Even as small as you are, I’m sure you would be a handful. And that’s something I would like.” He hummed, closing his eyes as if imagining it. When he opened them again, heated lust darkened them. “To get a handful of you.”
Oh, Lord have mercy. The man was a pain in the ass, but he had the most delicious voice. Arousal and need throbbed just below the polished surface of seduction. As if something dark and dangerous shimmered beneath that proper accent. It made everything in her go all melty. Mila tried to gather her thoughts. She was an experienced woman who usually took the upper hand in seduction. This was wreaking havoc with her plans. Whatever the hell they were.
Deciding two could play at this game, Mila stood on her toes, pushed aside his hair and pressed her lips against his ear. Every muscle in his body went rigid at the contact, and after a moment, he released a shuddering sigh.
She smiled, enjoying his reaction. “Really? I rather thought you wanted to strangle me.”
He chuckled. Deep and rich, the sound of it sent a delightful shiver down her spine. Sliding his hands around her waist and then down to her ass, he lifted her and pressed her cunt against his cock.
Oh my. A gush of liquid filled her pussy. Without a thought, she slid her arms up over his shoulders, beneath his hair, touching his bare skin. His flesh was warm beneath her fingers, solid.
He took a few measured breaths before answering. “If you want to know the truth, love, I switch back and forth between wanting to throttle you and fuck the hell out of you. It’s a new and interesting experience.”
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