Reborn by Nicole Camden Page A

rubber floor mats that covered the floor behind the bar.
    Lille was on her knees, her leggings twisted around her ankles, Max’s hard body surrounding her. She reveled in it for a moment, in the shudders that caught her by surprise and made her breath catch, but then she began to feel trapped; she couldn’t move her legs, and he was heavy.
    She couldn’t breathe, so she shoved him with her elbows.
    He obligingly moved to the side, withdrawing from her completely in the process. She heard him curse as he removed the condom.
    She stood, pulling up her leggings as she went.
    When she was covered, or at least the bottom half of her was, she shoved her sweat-dampened hair out of her eyes and glared down at him.
    Half-collapsed on his side with his now soft dick visible in the open fly of his jeans, Max looked both satisfied and wary.
    “I’m not done with you yet.”
    Max glanced up at the bare-breasted goddess above him, taking in the picture she made in her black leggings and combat boots, telling him she wasn’t done with him, and found the sense of humor that had eluded him for some time. She was the damndest woman.
    “Well, thank the Lord for that, then.” He glanced down at his fly, where his dick was once again stirring, growing thicker and longer within the frame of his jeans.
    “Indeed,” she agreed in that superior tone she had. “Let’s go back to your place.”

CHAPTER Eight

    Lille drove Max’s truck, pleased by the power and height of the vehicle. She’d refused to let him drive after drinking so much, though the house was only a mile or so away.
    “I like your truck,” she told him.
    He sat sprawled in the front seat, pissed off that he wasn’t driving. Get used to it, she thought. She intended to stay in the driver’s seat all night.
    “When we get to your house, I’d like you to strip down so I can admire you. I’d like to trace your tattoos with my tongue.”
    Max felt his cock rise despite his irritation with her. He sat up a little straighter in the passenger seat, which he’d never sat in to his recollection.
    “And then I’d like to do what I promised earlier, to reward you for being so compliant tonight.”
    And just like that, he was both pissed and painfully hard. The woman was a damn witch. She was talking about sucking his cock even as she thanked him for obeying her like a damn lackey—though he was sure that most men in his position would jump at the chance to get worked over by such a woman.
    “How do ye know I’m not going to grab ye and have ye do as I say?”
    She gave him an amused half smile. “Because you’re enjoying yourself too much.”
    Damn. I am, he thought.
    She pulled into his driveway a little too quickly, stopping just inches from his garage door.
    She turned to him, waiting for him to comment, but all he could think about was having her suck his dick.
    “Get out of the truck,” he ordered, digging his house key out of the pocket of his jeans.
    She laughed, brushing his hand aside. “Here, let me do that.”
    She proceeded to remove his keys with the slowness and care of a surgeon removing an organ, making sure to touch said organ as much as possible in the process.
    He leaned back and enjoyed it, running his hand over her back in slow circles.
    When she finally pulled his keys from the increasingly tight confines of his pocket, his eyes were hot with lust. She dangled the keys in front of his eyes, then moved them aside to plant a kiss on his mouth, a soft, lush kiss that lingered.
    “Let’s go fuck, handsome.”
    She didn’t have to tell him twice. He’d already rounded the front of the cab by the time she’d gathered up her bag and stepped down onto his driveway.
    He scooped her up and over his shoulder, carrying her up the short concrete path to the front door. She let him get away with it, partly because she was pleased with him, partly because she liked that he was so strong. He set her down and took the keys from her, turning away from her to