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Nice excuse, asshole.
“So, what’s it going to be? I’ve had a long day and have an even longer one tomorrow.”
“Lead the way, Angel.” Someone seriously kick my ass after this.
She reaches around, digs in her purse, tosses a few bucks on the bar, and stands, putting the purse strap over her shoulder. I throw another twenty on the bar and, like a dog obeying his master, follow her out of the bar. We’re both quiet as we walk through the parking lot to a red Volkswagen Beetle. “I’m staying just a few blocks up at the Sheraton…unless you’re not into this.”
For the first time since our strange encounter, she appears nervous. I need my flirtatious charm to kick in and smooth things over so she doesn’t back out. Her car keys jitter in her hand as she waits for my response.
I eliminate the few feet separating us and do what I do best: finesse my way into her personal space, leaving her no option but to press back against her car. Leaning into her, I grant myself the feel of her lush body against mine. She shivers the moment we make contact, and I love every second of it. I dip my head. Our lips are close, only a breath away, but I don’t go in for the kill. I wait it out, curious if she’ll accept my advance or turn away. An unfamiliar emotion swarms inside my chest at the thought of her denying me. I’ve been rejected plenty, but not by someone like her.
“Seriously, I’m in. For whatever. I told you, if you just want to talk, that’s fine too.” Someone cut my balls off right the fuck now! I don’t do sweet, innocent talking. Why am I so damn insistent on it? I need to cut it out. No talking! Unless it’s the dirty kind. Filthy! I should kiss her. Hard and stern, so she knows I mean business. I’m all man and ready to keep every single finger-licking part of her body company tonight.
“Why do you keep asking that? Do you just want to talk? I didn’t peg you as…you’re not, like, a virgin or something, are you?”
Never in my life—ever—has someone mistaken me as inexperienced. I’m a stallion. Highly rated by all females—even those who’d like to see me dead. Virgin? Oh, screw this—
A sexy little squeal falls from her pretty pink lips as I throw my hand around her neck and crush my lips against hers. I wondered what her lips would taste like. Cherries. And what they would feel like. Goddamn heaven. Her warm flesh under my palm is as smooth as silk. I press harder into her, breaching her soft lips, getting a full taste of her against my tongue. She’s slow to react, probably shocked by my bold move. Good. She needs to know who’s in charge here. I motherfuckin’ am.
My confidence returns as a purring melody spills from her mouth, her moan just as enticing as her plump lips. My hips brush against her, just light enough for her navel to graze my hard-on. Her small hand grabs my shirt, gripping it for dear life. I reach behind her, cup her ass cheeks, and raise her up against her car. I deepen our kiss, not leaving a single inch of her mouth untouched.
By the time I pull back, I almost expect the sun to be up. God, I could suffocate on her. When I drop her feet back to the ground, her eyes are still closed, allowing me to get a good look at her. The streetlight shines in the distance, illuminating her flushed cheeks and pink lips, now swollen from our incredible kiss. Shit, I want to go back for more. Nibble on her bottom lip. I bask in the beauty of her cute little nose, the lining of her neck, the dip in her tank top revealing what’s in store. Damn, what I wouldn't give to get a peepshow of this every day.
“Still trying to decide if I’m the devil?”
I bring my eyes up to meet hers. Silvery orbs peer back at me, and I get lost in the beauty of her uniqueness. Never have I met a girl with such mysterious eyes.
“No. I’m realizing you may be an angel.”
Her lips curve into a sexy smile. I raise my hand to her chin, grazing up the side of her cheek with my knuckles. “What’s it gonna be, Angel?” That little taste isn’t nearly enough. I need to get her naked and feast on the full meal. A slight shiver rolls through her. She masks her nerves with a smile that threatens to take me out by my knees and have my big buddy below burst through my favorite pair of jeans.
“Prefer less talking and more company. You good with that?”
