But somehow she was unprepared.
As such, she let out a surprised moan as his lips bruised into hers, as his teeth grabbed her lower lip and pulled hard enough for her to gasp as her sex clenched hard in response.
Corey was kidding about Faith being into feet.
She knew what Faith's thing was.
Faith liked all things rough.
Danny's other hand went to her lower back, so low it was more ass than back, pulling her against his firm body, so tight that when her hips met his, she could feel his hard cock pressing into her, as needy as her own desire felt.
His tongue moved inside and claimed hers, angling his head in such a way that she had to turn hers completely up to the sky as he did what any invading force did- pillaged, stole something violently from her, something she didn't know was a part of her and didn't even know what to call it. But whatever it was, it was no longer hers. It was his.
A low, throaty moan escaped her as his hand on her neck slid back and up, sifting into the hair at the base of her skull, letting it slide between his fingers before curling them and yanking down hard, sending a heady pain/pleasure mixture through her system that had her pressing her thighs together until they shook to try to ease the clawing, aching, insistent desire there.
His lips pulled from hers and when her eyes fluttered open, she found his heavy-lidded gaze on hers, intense, penetrating. His hand pulled again, a little harder, ripping a whimper from her.
"Oh, baby," he said, shaking his head ever-so slightly, "this is going to be fun," he declared, releasing her hair suddenly and pushing away from her.
She watched, more than a little dumbfounded by both her overwhelming desire and his sudden departure, as he moved to the kitchen door and slipped inside.
She sank back against the wall, sliding down it until her ass was hovering a few inches above the ground, her arms wrapping around her knees.
Her lips felt overly sensitive and sore. Her scalp was tingling from the pulling. Her panties were wet and her heart was slamming so hard in her chest that she was almost surprised when it didn't break out of her ribcage.
"Shit," she hissed, closing her eyes and pulling in a long breath that annoyed her by being shaky.
He shouldn't have been able to get such a response out of her. Hell, he shouldn't have been able to tell she was into rough that quickly, that effortlessly.
A part of her wanted to brush it off and say it was his thing and it was just a coincidence that it was hers too. But she had a distinct feeling that that wasn't the case.
Danny, for all his bullshit charm and bravado, was observant.
He had picked it up about her even though she generally didn't wear that particular kink as a badge of honor. In fact, she very rarely indulged in it save for some partners who happened to be into hair pulling or ass smacking. She had only been with one guy who she really explored that kind of thing with. And that was years ago.
Hell, she had almost forgotten it was her thing it had been so long.
But Danny knew.
And that, well, that was problematic.
There was a familiar squeak that drew her attention and she was left to, yet again, wonder how the hell Danny had come out that door without it making that noise.
He was like a fucking ninja.
"Mi amor," Rodrigo said, stopping short. He snuck out for a toke toward the end of his shift, needing to calm his nerves after a nearly sixteen-hour day. "Etsá todo bien?"
Rodrigo spoke perfectly clear English. But he liked that she could, while not speak, at least understand his native tongue.
"Yeah. I have a headache," she improvised, moving to stand.
"Dolor de cabeza," he said, reaching in his pocket for his smoke and lighting up, lips tipped up. "I know what gives you a headache, cariño."
She knew she was going to regret asking.
Really, any woman who worked hospitality knew that while they were genuinely sweet and you could beg or guilt them into doing special favors for you if you were really cute, the back of house guys were all genuinely filthy.
But she asked anyway.
"What's that?"
"Vitamin D deficiency," he said, smirking. And she knew damn well that the D he was talking about had nothing to do with sunlight. "If you and niño bonita don't work out, I have everything you need, princesa."
"I'll keep you in mind," she said, giving him a forced smile and kissing his cheek on her way to the door.
"Faith, mi amor, I keep you in my mind too. Cada maldito noche."
Every damn night.
As she walked back inside and set to breaking down the bar for the night, completely pretending that Danny didn't even exist regardless of how childish that might have been, she had a feeling that she and Rodrigo would be having similar afflictions.