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Not that I’m going to stop. Hell no. I’m going to feed this little red hot my tongue and devour her mouth until the very last second.
She growls again, angrier. And those hands that were bunched in my shirt are fisted in my hair. Every lush curve I’ve only imagined to this point, pressed against me in the cruelest tease.
This kiss isn’t going to last. The second she comes to her senses she’s going to shove me away and tell me to go fuck myself.
But until then—my tongue swirls, meeting the wet rub of hers, and my hands slide over her phenomenal ass so I’m cupping her from behind and pulling her up and against me.
And this time that sound she makes isn’t a growl. This time, it’s something wholly different. It’s needy and soft and—
“Stop.”
Over.Christ, I don’t want it to be over. I don’t want one kiss to be all I ever have of her. But already I’ve let her go.
I’m breathing hard like I just played twenty minutes straight and my heart feels like it’s ready to burst.
Head bowed, I open my eyes to find her hand balled in the front of my shirt again. Right over the heart that’s pounding just for her.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” she says, her voice low and shaky. Angry, like always. That little fist gives my chest a slow thump like she wants to make sure she has my attention before she shreds me, telling me this was a one-time thing. A mistake. “I’m. Using. You.Got it?”
It takes a second. Another deeper look at the eyes burning into mine. But then, holy fuck, I think I do. “Got it.”
She moves to step away, but I catch her around the waist and haul her back into one more hot-as-hell kiss it kills me to end.
Then— “Text Nat that you’re leaving. Now.”
Chapter 9
George
Iknew I was screwed the second his mouth met mine. That my ingenious plan to take back control was flawed. Because I never considered that this perfect kiss from my memory, the one I was trying to prove didn’t actually exist—same as the man who’d given it to me—might actually pale in comparison to what he was capable of now.
And then I thought, well, hell, if I’m doomed to spend the rest of my days painfully aware of how this jerk ruined me for all other guys…
George!
I should have come to my senses by now. Realized what a huge mistake I was making and told Quinn to take me home. But I haven’t. All I can do is sit in the passenger seat as he cuts through Chicago traffic like he’s on a breakaway headed to score.
We don’t talk. Don’t touch. He pulls into a tall building not too far off Lake Shore Drive and takes the parking spot inside a private gated area.
The car is off, but he puts his hands back on the wheel, gripping it tight enough that his knuckles turn white.
It shouldn’t be sexy, but I have to squeeze my legs together trying to alleviate the ache between them.
“I’m not going to touch you until we get inside.”
I nod and look out the windshield with him. “That’s probably a good idea.”
“You only had the one beer?”
Somehow it doesn’t surprise me that he asks.
“Not even a full one. If anyone’s about to be taken advantage of,it’s you.”
He lets out a breath like he’s been holding it and turns to me, a little hitch at the corner of his mouth. “Right. You’re about to use the fuck out of me.”
My eyes drop to his mouth. I want to lick it. I want to nibble on that full bottom lip and suck it—
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we’re not making it out of this car. And I don’t know what this plan touse meentails, but I’d like to think the execution will be better on a bed. Or the floor.” The leather creaks beneath his grip as his eyes run slowly down my body. “Against the wall… Over the couch.”
