Page 36 of Making Her His

Her eyes registered stunned surprise, but then she pushed hard, shoving him away from her. Damn. Saks was surprised. She was stronger than she looked.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Chrissy snapped.

“What the hell is yours? What’s wrong? A grease monkey not good enough for you?” The words tumbled out of Saks’ mouth before he could stop them.

Her faced colored a bright shade of red, confirming his suspicions. Chrissy’s mouth opened as if to say something, and then shut.

“Come with me,” he snarled. He motioned toward the front door, then stopped the growl in his voice. “Please.”

“Chrissy?” Marcus called.

“It’s fine,” she said. “I can take care of myself.”

“Anthony!” John yelled.

“Stay out of this,” Saks replied. “I’m fine. This is between her and me.” He reached for her hand and kept walking until he reached the back of the building. He turned as the motion sensor light came on, illuminating her face.

“Take your hands off me!” Chrissy spat.

“Really? That’s not what you said the other night. What changed? Or is one slice of bad-boy enough and it was time to go back to your boyfriend?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah. Right,” Saks snorted. “Big boy back there was awfully protective of you. Or do you do the same thing to all the guys you fuck? One and done? Only they don’t know it?”

“What the hell is with men today?” she said, as if talking to herself. “You’re ridiculous,” she snapped. “What makes you the lord and master of my life?” Her eyes were blazing, and she took her breaths in ragged gasps.

Fire, ice, and all that blazing heat.

She was the most beautiful thing he’d even seen.

“This,” Saks said, no longer thinking. He pulled her to him, claiming her mouth with a searing kiss that sent electric shocks coursing through his veins. Her mouth was so luscious, so velvety, he had to have more. He pushed his tongue against her lips, teasing them with its tip, urging her to open. She melted against him as he held her as close as physically possible. Her chest pressed against his and her scent filled his nose. “Seriously, baby,” he murmured as her mouth opened to his and his tongue entered, tasting the delights within. “How can you not want this?”


Chrissy felt Saks’ heart hammer against her chest as his mouth covered hers with a kiss that made her bones melt. She fell into him as he wrapped his strong arms around her body, and she leaned into his muscled upper body. The scent of his cologne, the leather of his jacket, the salty taste of his mouth, assaulted her senses and stole her reason.

She was supposed to be mad at him. He had ridiculous nerve! After the day she’d had...he deserved a slap in the face, or something.

Except those thoughts flew out the window as he kissed her. She could scarcely breathe as his broad hands cupped her bottom, the heat from them burning through her jeans and teasing her with more desire. He pulled her flush against him and his thick erection pressed against her front, reminding her of the very real pleasure it brought her not long again. Saks’ tongue claimed her mouth again and again. It caressed hers with an insistent intensity that demanded she yield all resistance to his attentions. And she wanted to. She so wanted to get lost in all the delicious things that only he could do.

He shifted one hand and trailed along her inner thigh. Using two fingers, he stroked between her legs, murmuring words she half heard. “Yeah, baby, you’re so hot,”

A need rapidly filled her. She bucked against his fingers as the heat between her legs built into an unquenchable flame.

Saks’ head dipped to her breasts, nuzzling the cleft between them. Her arms were around his neck, cleaving him to her. He brought his other hand to her breast, firmly cupping it as the velvet warmth of his lips rained kisses on her exposed skin. But he wasn’t satisfied with this bit of her skin. He pushed the edge of her neckline over the swell of her breasts, and attacked her nipple through the thin lace of her bra. A sharp surge of pleasure poured through her body, and she gasped.

Saks nipped her nipple with his teeth, not hard, but with just enough sting to swirl with the pleasure racing through her.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned.

He pulled his mouth from there and peppered her neck with little nips. The tip of his tongue traced the shell and the back of her ear, sending a shower of tingles down her spine. “Baby, baby,” he murmured as his fingers continued their assault between her legs, against her wet panties. “I want to lay you down, spread your legs, and bury my cock so deep inside you I won’t know where I begin and you end. So soft. So sweet. So fucking hot.”

His dirty words sparked a wave of need that overtook Chrissy. She’d never wanted a man this badly. A sudden wave of weakness made her arms useless, and the only thing holding her upright was Saks and his fingers between her legs. Chrissy couldn’t help but moan, couldn’t stop it if she tried. This man was so fucking hot. Why had she ignored him? He was on fire, and he was sweeping her along a tide of passion that was indescribably good. She rose higher as wet heat pooled in her panties. A firestorm gathered in her core that she was helpless to stop.