To bruise those plump, pouty lips red.
“Yes,” she breathed, her breath heating my lips.
“You gonna fuck him?”
“Maybe.”
I ghosted my touch along her cheek. She was so petite that my palm spanned the entirety of her lower jaw and cheek, thumb touching her temples. Too small. Too easily crushed.
With my other hand still at the back of her neck, she was pinned to me. Stuck.
“He took you to a barbecue,” I said. “You’re gonna fuck someone who doesn’t even know you don’t eat meat?”
“At least he’s interested,” she said, like it was a challenge, something fiery in her dark eyes.
“You don’t think I want you?”
“No—”
My hand dropped from her cheek to her hips, pulling her against my hard cock.
Her lips parted, and I felt the heat of the gasp on my own. No words came out. Her hands found the fabric of my shirt, fisting.
Fuck, I wanted to kiss those lips. Rip off my helmet, swallow her sighs, and fucking devour her. Our last kiss was too short.
It’s the threat that I like.
“Hike up your dress,” I commanded.
She paused.
I lightly squeezed her neck and her hands immediately dropped to her thighs, grabbing the fabric. Still with my grip on her neck, I stepped back, putting the full distance of my arm between us, so I could watch.
Shay ruched the fabric up past her hips, exposing a pair of black lacy panties. They were so thin, the outline of her visible. And so deliciouslybadcompared to her innocent exterior.
I dragged my free hand down my neck.
“Pull them aside,” I said, voice hoarse.
She paused, knuckles in the fabric.I tested my grip against her neck, and one hand instantly dropped, tugging the lace aside.
A ragged, hollow groan slipped from somewhere deep in my throat. “Good fucking girl.”
She was wet. Glistening. Her pussy was fuckingperfect. The graveyard had been dark, hiding parts of her. But in this bright light I saw everything. A little triangle of hair above bare, pink lips. Plump. Fuckable. Gonna remember this for the rest of my life. Decades later, long after she’d finally realized what a bad guy I was, I would still jack off to this memory.
“Fuck.” I traced my thumb gently up and down her jugular. “You’re going to ruin me.”
My gaze lifted back to hers. Her cheeks were flushed. Her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. I closed the distance, sliding my hand between her thighs.
Mentally cursing my gloves.
She jumped at my touch.
Fuck, I wanted her skin against mine. Wanted to feel the way goose bumps dotted her soft flesh.
She arched into me as I rubbed light circles on her inner thigh, as if trying to get me to go deeper. I bit back a smile.
“Shay…” I clucked my tongue. “It looks like you’re trying to get your stalker to fuck you.”
