Dangerous Love(11)

"Ish? You think?" Mackenzie bit back, then sunk into the cushions. "The problem is I don't feel creeped out by him."

"Maybe you should," Kayla said, sounding unconvinced. "But I'm a firm believer in a woman's intuition. Just be careful. I have a feeling‒"

A solid knock on the apartment door interrupted them.

Mackenzie's head fell back. "Don't tell me that's him. He's not supposed to be here for another hour."

"Wait, he's picking you up?"

"He insisted that he'd take me to and from work since I don't have a car," she groaned and covered her face with her hands.

"I can take you to work. We're scheduled the same shift," Kayla said, her tone going territorial. "I'll take care of this." Kayla stood and sashayed to the door.

Mackenzie heard the door open but no voices carried into the living room. Kayla walked back into the room with Derk following. Her eyes were wide as she mouthed, "H-O-T."

She couldn't argue. Dressed in a black fitted tee, dark washed blue jeans that hung low on his hips and a pair of shit kickers, the man wore badass brilliantly.

"Mackenzie," he purred.

Annnd she melted. Well, at least the area between her legs did. Or felt like it. Something went gooey.

Finding her voice, she said, "I thought you were picking me up in an hour."

"I'm early," he replied and slumped himself next to her on the sofa.

"Kayla can take me to work."

"Nope."

"Derk, I don't‒"

"M, if you tell me you don't know me, I'm gonna get real pissed." His tone stony.

"But‒"

"Shut. It." He leaned in, millimeters from her. "You don't get it, Mac. I want you, and we'll get to know each other on my terms, not yours. After your shift tonight, we'll get something to eat and you can ask away. Right now, I want your girlfriend to take a hike so I can have another taste of that mouth. Unless you like an audience." He raised an eyebrow. "Which I'm game. Kind of kinky. Most women don't‒"

She shut him up by launching herself at him, taking his face into her hands and kissing him forcibly. Growling, he twisted until she somehow ended up underneath him, his hand sliding up her tee shirt, his tongue touching her tonsils.

"All right, all right. I'll leave," Kayla said, laughing.

Derk positioned his muscular thigh snugly between her legs. He ground himself against her. His erection strained through his denim and caused a sizzled friction against her wound-up body through her thin yoga pants. Her hands slid up his firm back, his muscles flexing through his tee. She lightly scratched her stubby nails up his spine and under his longer hair, running her fingers through the dark, thick tresses.

He grabbed her leg and hitched it over his hip, his hand moved to her breast while his hips gyrated against her. She got lost in him and his sexuality, his desire to have her, his taste, and his showered scent.

Yanking his mouth away, she opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, his body continuing to slowly move.

"You're so hot," he rasped.

Her hips arched, begging for more.

"Do you want this?" he asked, his voice husky. "Do you want me as bad as I want you?"

"Yes," she croaked, because she did. Her mind couldn't think properly. Her body ruled her ability for all rational thought.

The corners of his mouth twitched, obviously pleased with himself and her answer.

"Bad girl," he whispered. He leaned down and sucked on her ear, his tongue delving into the crevice. "Not now, but you will give yourself to me, M. When I say," he whispered, his warm breath tickling down her neck.

She moaned in disgust, making him chuckle.

"So beautiful. Innocent," he said, brushing her hair back and taking her mouth again.

Finally, something registered in her brain. Innocent. How she loathed that title. "Get. Off. Me!"

Surprised, he propped up. "What the hell?"

She bolted off the sofa and straightened her clothes. "I am so sick of men thinking I'm so innocent, naive, and can walk all over me because of it. I'm not," she yelled, desperately trying to hold herself together from outright crying.

"M, innocent isn't a bad thing. I love it. I told you that," he said.

"Why?" she demanded.

"Well, I..."

She waited, her arms crossed over her breasts, her weight shifted to her right hip.

"Why?" she demanded again.

He grinned, as if finding her amusing. "I like to break the innocent ones."

She blinked. "What does that mean?"

"Take the good girls and make them bad." He shrugged negligently.

No idea how she felt about that, she took a retreated step back. Apparently, she was only a game to him. No more. No less. Should she be surprised? No. He saw her as a venture to conquer, then leave.