more of the same when I reach higher, but no leather spines. Is this some sort of bizarre, ass-backward bookcase?
"What the fu-?" I start, but then a large palm slaps over my mouth, making me squeal against skin.
"Shh, it's me," he hisses only inches away from my face then uncovers my mouth. I gasp in a startled breath, trying to calm my galloping heart. "Stay quiet and we'll be fine," the low, rumbly voice I recognize as Batman's directs me.
I now realize that he rescued me from the stampede and he's helping me hide from the mafia men with guns. Thank goodness because I really don't want to be shot tonight. I don't have any medical insurance and I know that hospital bill would be outrageous!
Finally relaxing, some of the tension in my body melts away, reminding me that my ankle hurts and my side is tender.
"What's going on?" I ask, my body still shaking with adrenalin.
"Shh."
"Where are we?" I ask him in a low whisper, spinning around in a circle and coming up with nothing but pitch black darkness.
"Stop talking, or I swear to God, I'm gonna shove my tongue down your throat to make you," he commands so close to my ear that I shiver again at the brief touch of his damp lips.
"Is that a promise?" I ask, antagonizing him to do it. What else is there for us to do while we play a real life version of hide and seek? There is some scary shit going on just a few feet away from us, and I want someone to hold me.
Grabbing my face between both of his hands, Batman's mouth crashes down, kissing my cheek before he finds the intended target. His tongue, tasting sweet with the bitter hint of alcohol, swipes over my lips, requesting admission. I gladly open the gates for him.
The first stroke of his tongue on mine causes more of that warmth to shoot straight down between my legs, making me moan. It's a frantic, intensely passionate kiss like I've never experienced before easing my fear and worry. Maybe it has to do with the fact that not only is he a stranger, but I don't even know what he looks like behind the mask. I just feel safe with him, like he could protect me from anything.
After a few wonderful moments, Batman's hands move down to my hips, pivoting us until my back hits a hard, flat wall. Oh God, yes! With the solid structure to brace against, he rocks his hard costume-covered body deliciously against the front of mine, making me whimper into his mouth. He shushes me again, but I’m too far gone to care. Wanting to feel an actual part of him, I reach up and push his mask off. It hits the floor with an echoing thud while I thread my fingers through his thick hair, surprisingly long for a man.
His warm, moist lips begin their slow, exquisite path down my jaw and along the column of my neck. My breath comes in shallow pants as I throw my head back, giving him full access. I almost combust when he starts tugging the front zipper of my body suit down.
"Whoa," I whisper. I still his large hand with my much smaller one when what little reasoning ability I have decides to resurface. What’s wrong with me? I’m not the type of girl who makes out with strange men in secret rooms. "I-I don't know who you are. You haven't even told me your name!"
"Eric," he exhales softly against the skin on my collarbone.
I shudder when his free hand glides over the curve of my ass and his tongue licks the cleavage of my bare breasts since I couldn't wear a bra in this getup.
"D-don't you want to know my name?" I ask even though he doesn’t seem the least bit concerned about the fact that we don’t know anything about each other. That right there should be enough to make me want to put on the brakes. But I stupidly don’t.
"Sure, then shut up."
I scoff indignantly, but it turns into an embarrassing mewling sound when his tongue flicks over my already beaded nipple. I happily kiss more of my inhibitions goodbye, not missing those annoying, fun-sucking bastards in the least.
"So?" he prompts.
"Ha-Hope." I think that's my