Chapter 49

“Kiss me,” he ordered in a low rumble. “Take what you want, what you need from me. And, babe?” He lowered his head, pushing his thumb past the seam of her lips and into her mouth. Moist heat bathed the tip. “Don’t be gentle,” he growled.

Emma studied him, and as he watched her in turn, desire eclipsed the vulnerability that lingered in her gaze. He felt her teeth first, and the tiny sting arrowed straight to his lower body.

“Don’t be gentle,” he repeated.

Her eyes still on him, she moved the hand on his neck so her fingers encircled the front. She squeezed just as her lips closed around his thumb, and she bit him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the sting arcing through him like a sizzling bolt of electricity. “Baby…”

Her gaze darted to the side, toward the front of the car and his driver. “The divide is soundproof,” he assured her, pulling his thumb free and