Page 73 of Pink

Lev grinned slyly. “Oh?”

“Yeah, I was hoping you might have kept it just long enough for me to get your face between my thighs and—”

A dark, harsh noise burst from Lev’s lips. The sound was sexy enough to have Gigi shifting in her heels and swallowing the lump that formed in her throat.

“Don’t provoke me,” he warned, “when we’re in public because we know what happens in hallways, right?”

“The situation is a little … trickier now, I guess. And yet, I bet you could still get your hands up my skirt right now. Do you want to know what I’m wearing under these fishnets, Lev?”

“Gigi.”

Her name coming out of his mouth was a prayer. And a warning. One she didn’t heed.

Lev’s hands skimmed around to her back, his fingertips teasing the patch of exposed skin before drifting lower on the leather of her skirt.

“Nothing,” she told him.

He grabbed her ass; his palms flexing against her rear almost painfully. Except it didn’t hurt at all, and she was two seconds away from telling him to do it again.

“I’m warning you, Gi—”

“I’m wearing nothing under these fishnets.”

There was barely a breath between the moment those words left her lips and the second his mouth slammed against hers. The force of his kiss was enough to send her stumbling back a step, but thank God for this man because he was right there to catch her. Her stiletto nails dragged down between his shoulder blades as his tongue darted between her parted lips to find hers. She answered him back equally, memories and lust flooding her mind and clashing together in the same way their lips and tongues and teeth did in their kiss.

She’d forgotten how his kiss felt all-consuming. How he kissed in the same way he fucked; without control and wholly lost in what he found between them.

That was the part she liked the most. They both drowned together—in each other.

“Jesus Christ.” His heavy breaths panted against her trembling lips. She grasped his shoulder, needing to stay steady as she regained her own wind, but used the tip of her index finger to press against his lower lip. His tongue struck out to taste her skin, making Gigi’s next inhale hitch hard in her chest. “Killing me, woman.”

“I’ll certainly let you bury something. In me, of course. You wanna check to see if I was telling the truth about the fishnets? You can.”

“Fuck.”

The word burst against her finger at his lip in a hard grunt. The sexiest fucking sound she had ever heard. Those fingers of his raked over her backside and down to the slit in the back of her skirt. One of his hands grabbed the back of her thigh, but the other slipped between the slit in the skirt to explore. He was quick about it, but God, she still felt every bit of his soft touch. Especially when his fingertips skimmed along the stretchy strings of the fishnet tights where a panty line should have been,

She hadn’t lied.

She was bare under her skirt.

“You’re not lying,” he said sounding both turned on and amused. “I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Fair is fair.” She tossed her head back and let out an airy laugh just because. Still, her words were breathless from his proximity alone, and she was sure Lev could hear the quake in her tone when she said, “I had to get you back for that little stroked comment, didn’t I?”

“Well played, woman. Well fucking played.”

It was.

Even she was proud.

His lips grazed her chin, making her quiver everywhere. Even down to the tips of her toes. The blooming warmth crawling through her veins was undeniable. A lot like the want she felt for this man holding her close.

“Lev.”

“Hmm?”

Hungry eyes found hers. It took her breath away. For whatever reason, maybe it was the catcall from somewhere behind them, she was reminded of where they were and the fact that everyone could probably see Lev’s hands slowly working their way up under her skirt. She didn’t even want to tell him to stop. Hell, there was something to be said for this man and his ability to bring out the exhibitionist inside her.

She had to, though.

Otherwise, the entire world would see it, too.

“Say it,” he murmured, still watching her like a predator might survey the prey he was about to feast on.

Gigi didn’t even hesitate to let him know exactly what she wanted. “Come to my hotel tonight. Spend the night with me again. I want you in my bed—I want you.”

He licked his lips, and air hissed from his mouth when he gave her ass one last squeeze. “I gotta make a call, then I’m all yours.”

That was all she wanted to hear.