Page 53 of Pretty Lies

Neither was he.

“Let me hit it,” he said, striding forward.

Della already had the joint held out for him to take. Instead, he closed the space between them in a breath until his mouth hovered above hers and all she could see was the glint in his eyes and that wicked grin of his.

“Shotgun it,” he murmured.

Della let out the lungful of smoke she’d been holding in, not even thinking it over before she did so. Cory inhaled it, and then Della put the joint to his lips for him to take a pull anyway straight from the blunt. His gaze locked onto hers and didn’t let go.

She liked that too much.

“Are you going to let me?” he asked, voice raspy from letting out his smoke while he spoke.

Della licked her lips. “Let you what?”

“Hit it.”

Of course.

Her first thought?

Yes.

This man was dangerous.

Cory clicked his tongue when she hesitated to reply. “Why not, Della? We both know you want to. So do I.”

She blinked.

This man.

This damned man.

“Are you supposed to be fucking me considering your job and all?”

All he did was shrug.

Della laughed.

“What does it matter?” Cory asked. “What’s it hurt?”

“Still just having fun?”

“Why do anything different?”

Della took one last pull from the joint before handing it over to Cory for him to do whatever he wanted with it. He could stub it or throw it—she didn’t care. He tossed it to the metal trash bin that sat beside the dresser without even looking to make sure that it hit the intended target.

He couldn’t look when he was too busy kissing her.

His mouth found hers with hungry lips that kissed her hard and gave her no mercy. The way his tongue slashed along hers had Della pushing back for more. His hands found her shoulders, and her back met the closest wall.

Right next to the dresser.

There was something about his mouth, though.

His kiss.

How he took from her mouth without question, and she was helpless to do anything else but give him what he wanted. Those hands of his curved around her throat and then slid down to her shoulders. His mouth dragged across her cheek, his voice gruff in her ear as he pulled at the sleeves of her dress to rip them down.