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“I think you’re wrong.”
He shrugs. “You’re entitled to that since you know him better. Hell, you’re probably right. But you’re not defending Dorinda?”
“I would because in the last few years she’s mostly treated me like I’m beneath her notice since she has other fish to fry…but the day I ended things with her was really ugly. She called me a fucking bitch and said I owed her and that she’d given me everything, which I repaid by stabbing her in the back. She low-key threatened me. Of course, she called the next day and left me a message with a stiff apology, but the whole episode left a bitter taste in my mouth.”
Rand nods. “Last call on former lovers. Want to tell me about them so I can decide whether they belong on the list?”
I take another sip of my wine. Maybe I’ve had enough liquid courage to be bold. Maybe I’m just too aroused to care how I sound anymore, but I finally say what’s going through my head. “Do you really want to know about my exes to make a suspect list or because you want to know the kind of guy I’m into?”
He sends me a hot, direct stare. “What if I said both?”
“The few exes I have are all friends, but I don’t really have a type.” I lick my suddenly dry lips, loving the way his gaze follows the gesture. “Or I didn’t until you.”
Rand doesn’t respond, just stares into my eyes, then down at my painted red lips. His breaths turn rougher. My skin pings with electricity. I blink back at him, willing him to say or do something.
I’ve never felt as vulnerable as I do right now.
“What are you thinking?” I whisper.
“Things that would probably scare the hell out of you.”
My heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?”
“I’m compiling a list of everything I’m dying to do to you. It’s long, detailed, and filthy.”
My pussy clenches. A whimper escapes my throat. “Please.”
He moves like lightning, plucking me from the bench and settling me astride his lap. The full cup of my wine sloshes over the rim and onto my white tank. The soaked shirt sticks to my skin, and I don’t care. Neither does he.
The cup falls from my grasp and I wrap my arms around his neck. He grabs my nape and hauls me closer, branding my lips with his in a fiery kiss that sizzles every inch of my body.
Rand isn’t content. His fingers on my neck tighten as he slants his mouth and nudges mine open before plunging inside, deep and possessive. He masters me in that instant, and I fear I’ll never crave another man’s kiss the way I do his.
It’s electrifying and terrifying—but there’s no going back.
Rand wraps his arms around my waist, clutching me tighter. When he’s eliminated every sliver of space between us, he barges deeper into my mouth, stealing more of my soul.
I can’t breathe and I can’t think—and I don’t care. I’ve never felt as alive as I do right this moment.
But I need more.
Another whimper escapes my throat as I writhe on his lap. There’s no way I can miss how solid and strong he is—and how thick and steely he feels between my legs as I work myself against his cock. My pussy aches. My clit burns. My unsatisfied body is on fire.
I tear my lips away. “What are you doing to me?”
“Everything you’ll let me,” he pants as his gaze falls to my tank. “Starting with sucking on those pretty fucking nipples.”
That’s all the warning I get before he lifts me to my knees, aligns my crests with his waiting mouth, then fastens on to one—cotton and all—drawing it deep, before sliding to the other, as if he can’t taste enough of me.
He sucks on my tank-clad tips long, strong, and deep. I feel him all the way between my legs. It’s like nothing I’ve ever imagined. We’re still fully clothed, and he’s barely had his hands on me for two minutes. My body is already weeping for the satisfaction I’m convinced only he can give me.
“Rand.” I cling to his shoulders, tossing my head back and arching to offer him my breasts.
“That’s a good girl, honey. Give them to me.” He switches to the other, feasting until I’m damn near out of my mind. Then he eases back with a teasing lick. “Get rid of the shirt and show me what’s mine.”
Maybe I should worry about his possessive demand. But I’m greedy. I’m needy. His words only work me up more.
I drop one strap of the tank, then the other, and let the garment slither down to my waist. My bare breasts bob in his face, inches from his lips. He stares at them, then looks up at me.
