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Her arm was grabbed by a blistering force that pulled her from the crowd, towards the exit. She should have been terrified, being dragged out of the bar by Mikel—The truth was, it gave her an entirely different sensation.
The cold metal of his truck met with her back as she was pressed against it. His possessiveness only added to the growing heat between her thighs. She should have feared the way his brown eyes turned black as he stared at her. She didn’t, because he was Mikel Evans—her dark angel.
She had never seen him this upset before, nor his eyes so wild. He leaned towards her, the light from the bar casting him in shadows. His mouth moved only an inch from hers, the smell of hard liquor on his breath. This was the moment she had dreamed about since she was old enough to have a crush. She wanted this kiss from him. Craved it.
He seemed to hesitate. His exhales tickled and teased her. She sensed the war going on inside him. The pained expression on his face. He wanted to kiss her, but something held him back.
Fear.
Remy could be brave for him. She wanted to be everything for him. If only he would let her.
She leaned in the rest of the way.
The moment their lips met, an explosion of sensations erupted between them. Hot and cold. Dark and light. Right and wrong. He took control, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She opened for him, as if she had any choice. Her body heated with lust as his rough, calloused hands cupped her face. She wrapped her arms around him, praying this moment would never end, trapped in a vortex of fantasies come to life. This was the first kiss of the century. Fireworks of their passion sparked to life from their lips meeting.
A tiny moan escaped as she pulled him closer, hanging on to his shirt for dear life.
He jolted away suddenly, stumbling back, breaking the kiss. His chest heaved as he looked at her, shaking his head. “Fuck.” He ran his hand over his face in frustration and tugged at his black hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to … Remy, I’m drunk.”
She swallowed. He’d wanted this. She’d seen it in his eyes. Hadn’t she?
The rejection stung. Daddy had always told her that alcohol brought out the deepest truths of a person, both the good and the bad.
“I need you to drive,” he commanded, his face becoming an emotionless mask. All signs of vulnerability were gone.
She climbed into the driver’s side without hesitation. After pulling her phone from her pocket, she texted Emma while he walked around to the passenger side. Adrenaline and excitement quaked through her body. Her hands shook as she spelled out the words.
Remy: Just want you to know I’m safe. Got a ride home with Mikel. See you when you get back.
He got in and shut the door. “Let’s go.”
