“Someone could come out here at any moment.”
He stopped in front of me, so close I could feel the body heat he emanated, and his shoulders were wide enough that I could see nothing but him.
He reached out, his hand delving inside my open coat and sliding over my hip, his fingers digging in just slightly. “I like that dress,” he growled. “Red is my color.”
“Is it?” I lifted a brow and ignored the heat searing my body. “I hadn’t realized you’d staked your claim over a color.”
He took another step forward and I had no choice but to step back. He was like a solid wall that bulldozed me wherever he wanted.
“From now on,” he said low, “you aren’t allowed to wear this color.” As he spoke, his other hand also found its way beneath my coat and curved around the other side of my hip.
“I don’t take orders from you.” Damn my breathless voice!
“No?” he asked, amused, the corner of his lips tilting slightly. “Whatwillyou take from me?”
My back hit the nearby brick retaining wall. And I was completely surrounded. One of his hands crawled around to the small of my back and grabbed a handful of the red silk.
I didn’t have time to say anything. To declare I couldn’t even stand his presence. I wouldn’t have been able to form a sentence anyway because he yanked me forward and his mouth covered mine.
Aggressive. That’s how he kissed. Like he was staking a claim, not only on my lips, but my entire body.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t breathe.
I didn’t care.
I only wanted his lips to never leave mine.
He kissed continuously, endlessly. His lips moved over mine over and over again with the perfect amount of demand. And his hands… Oh mother, his hands.
They had minds of their own. They started out at my hips and around my waist, but they didn’t stay there long. They smoothed out the silk he’d bunched at my back and then cupped my body, sliding up my sides and around until my breasts were filling his very large, very warm hands. He squeezed—not enough so it would cause me pain, but enough that my body arched forward begging for more.
And boy did he give it. His mouth pulled away from mine and my head fell back, my hair sticking to the rough brick wall as he dropped kisses down the hollow of my neck, sucking and licking until I thought I would melt into a puddle right there on the street. His hands fell lower so he could draw lazy circles over my belly, the repeated movement almost making me mad as his lips dropped even lower into the exposed cleavage on my chest.
My hands found his hair and pushed in, ruffling the perfect style and tangling at the base of his head.
I might have moaned.
It was all a blur.
My body was on overdrive and he was the one in control.
And then his hands cupped my face, anchoring it, holding it hostage as his lips ravaged mine some more. I met him kiss for kiss, and when his tongue tangled with mine, every muscle inside my body went lax.
Finally, he ripped his mouth free of mine.
His chest heaved, and with every deep draw of breath he took, he brushed against my chest, which felt swollen and sensitive. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound.
He gazed down at me, and even in the darkness I saw the intensity in those very green eyes. He looked completely and utterly satisfied with himself.
He reached out and ran his thumb along the bottom of my lower lip. The lip I knew without a doubt was swollen and pink.
“Tell me,” he murmured, caressing the fragile flesh of my mouth one last time. “If I kiss her like that, will she still believe you?”
His words penetrated the cloud around my head, the heavy fuzz of being extremely, thoroughly kissed.
It was all to prove a point.
