“I’ve never had a woman compliment me for having a big head.”

“Now that I doubt,” I growled sexily.

Wheeler suddenly leaned forward and gripped the seat in front of him. “Shit.”

“What is it?”

“Eleven o’clock. We’ve got company.”

Two men walked swiftly toward us—men in dark clothes with stern looks on their faces as they passed beneath a streetlight.

“What do we do?” I whispered.

Wheeler looked at me wide-eyed and suddenly gripped the back of my neck, pulling me into a crushing kiss. His tongue glided into my mouth in a velvety stroke, and the seat made a terrible sound as he shifted the weight of his body onto mine.

“Wait, not like this,” I whispered, pushing him away.

His eyes searched mine, looking like a time bomb ready to blow. The men were nearing the car, and when he turned to look at them, I straddled him and melted my lips against his.

Wheeler groaned, his fingers biting into the back of my jeans, where he held on as if he were riding a roller coaster. I shifted my hips and felt him hardening beneath me. The kiss went deeper, and suddenly I couldn’t get close enough to him. His whiskers scratched my chin, and his taste was dark and wonderful. My fingers tangled in his hair—pulling and fisting as I rubbed my body against his chest.

A fist pounded against the glass, but Wheeler ignored them. His mouth slid greedily down to my throat while lifting the hem of my shirt. Suddenly, he pulled my bra aside and sucked on my nipple.

I cried out, scraping my fingernails on the nape of his neck. I rocked my hips again, feeling a swell of desire culminating within me.

In the distance were murmurs and fading footsteps—hardly noticeable over the sound of my heart pounding against my chest or the sound his lips made as they came away from my breast before he quickly followed with a gentle bite. When I looked down and saw my nipple between his teeth and the carnal lust in his eyes, I wanted more.

His touch was electric, and Wheeler couldn’t stop running his hand over the thick curve of my hips.

I pulled back his hair and stole a kiss, whispering against his lips, “Fuego.”

“Huh?” he said, out of breath, not understanding I wanted him to know his touch was like fire.

The car door was wrenched open and I winked at him before climbing off. Reno got in and turned around two seconds after I’d adjusted my shirt.

His eyes darted back and forth between us. “Do I want to ask?”

Cool as a breeze, Wheeler steadied his voice and nodded toward the window. “Two of his men came up to the car. We had to throw them off.”

Reno glanced down at Wheeler’s erection. “I’d say it was a success. Look, he doesn’t appear to have any Vampires working for him. In fact, they look pretty human to me.”