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Asking for more details sat on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to know more about her, to understand what had happened when she hit rock bottom and realized she needed to turn her life around. It’d been something significant, that much was clear. Something so big she’d physically moved away from her home to start fresh. For his father, there never seemed to be a level low enough to be called rock bottom. Every time he thought the man hit an all-time low, he went and added to his pile of sins.
Like tonight.
“Obviously, I didn’t know your mother, but from what I’ve heard, she was wonderful. I can’t imagine she’d have wanted you to sacrifice your happiness for him.”
Mickie had good instincts.
Their gazes met again and held. As they stared at each other, the hot rush of anger flowing through him morphed into one of molten desire. Even upset, the woman was one of the sexiest he’d ever seen.
Electricity crackled between them.
Whether it was their close proximity, the way she smelled of apple pie and something fancy, the dim lighting in the lobby, or the adrenalin, the catalyst didn’t matter. Want swelled in him, swift and sharp, demanding action.
Having her was all that mattered.
Her chest rose and fell as her breathing accelerated. Before his eyes, Mickie’s pupils expanded until they nearly swallowed up the deep caramel of her irises. She licked her lower lip, drawing his attention and hardening his dick to an indestructible spike.
All the fear, anger, guilt, and tension swirling around the room combined until nothing was recognizable but the want.
The need.
The desire.
He didn’t know who moved first, or if they pounced at the same time, but he lunged forward, meeting her in a crush of his lips against hers.
Goddamn, the woman tasted like fire and sass and sweetness all rolled into one. She moaned and attacked his greedy mouth with equal fervor.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered her sore cheek and managed not to squeeze her face as he plundered her mouth. Instead, he grabbed handfuls of her plump ass, yanking her against his erection.
If she was shocked by the aggressive move, she didn’t show it. Just ground her pussy against his throbbing length. There was no exploring, no learning what the other liked, or tenderness. This was an adrenalin-fueled fuck to flood their bodies with something other than fear or fury.
Something fucking fantastic, if he had any say.
A little growl of frustration left Mickie as she hiked her leg up around his hip. Taking the hint, he lifted her and walked her backward until she hit the front window with a thunk.
“Yes,” she hissed, clearly enjoying the leverage. With a groan, she bit at his jaw and rubbed herself all over his hard-on which nearly made him blow his load right then and there. Never in his wildest imagination—and he had a damn good one—would he have imagined Mickie meeting him at his level sexually.
He’d assumed she’d want sweet, tender, loving, vanilla.
That’d teach him to make snap judgments.
The woman he’d called a prude dropped her legs to the ground and attacked the button on his filthy jeans. “Off,” she said with a sexy little growl.
He batted her hands. She had no idea what a hair trigger he was riding. If she so much as grazed his cock, he’d shoot off like a fourth of July fireworks display.
Without his pants to destroy, she went to work on her own, ripping the button open and shoving them over her curvy hips. The little wiggle she did as she shimmied them down had him biting off a groan.
He grabbed a condom out of his wallet and suited up before pushing his jeans down further.
She got one pant leg off around the time he’d shoved his jeans to his ankles and realized he still had his shoes on. “Fuck,” he spat out.
Mickie stared, open-mouthed. “God, I want that in me.”
He straightened to find her neatly manicured fingers reaching for his erection where it jutted from his body.
“You’re so thick.” She licked her lips.
The cock in question jerked at the compliment.
“Fuck it.” He could work just fine with his pants at his ankles. Catching her hand one second before it wrapped around him, he slammed it against the window over her head. Then he grabbed her ass with his other hand and hoisted her back up.
His cock went right to her soaked entrance as though guided by a map. He slammed her against the window and then they both froze in place.
Hair mussed, cheeks flushed, and pupils blown, she looked needy and wanton and absolutely perfect.
“Keith,” she whispered in some kind of half plea, half wonder.
If anyone could make him forget his head and fall for a rich woman again, it would be Mickie. She drew him like no other woman ever had.
