Her lips curved slightly with amusement. She was playing a dangerous game. She thought she wanted control but didn’t really understand what it entailed. Her power over the situation was an illusion I let her believe. I was good at reading people. Most didn’t put in the effort she had to mask her true intentions, but I could see it all in her eyes. She wanted me to make her feel special. The chase was what turned her on, made her feel safe. She had no idea how special she really was.
“Prove me wrong.” She raised her eyebrow, challenging me. She was playing cat and mouse with a motherfucking lion.
I was about to cross a line, and there was nothing harmless about me. I wasn’t a tortured artist with the need to express my feelings through music. I was the fucking devil incarnate, biding my time and waiting for the chance to avenge my loss. Our eyes searched each other’s, the green ripping my heart out with every beat, as I slowly lowered my mouth to hers. Her lips were soft, and I pressed harder against her as I inhaled the sweet memory of cherry ChapStick. Her head tilted as lips parted to allow me access. My hand fell from her arm to her lower back as I pulled her body tight against mine, my tongue sweeping over her lower lip as I drank her in. Her own tongue pressed back against mine, deepening our kiss. She wasn’t timid, and her urgency pulled me into the moment and out of my thoughts. I kept my fingers tangled in her hair as my other hand moved lower, sliding over her ass. Her own hands were on my sides, holding me against her, the evidence of how much I wanted her pressed against her stomach. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples hardened against me.
“You want me to stop treating you like you’re breakable? It stops now.” I lifted her, her legs wrapping around me as I turned, sitting her down on the hood of a car, her skirt pushed up over her hips. I slid my hand under her tank top, palming her breast in my hand as I continued to kiss her. I was desperate to feel her, outside and in. I’d never wanted to fuck someone so badly, and I was willing to do it in the middle of a parking lot.
She whimpered as I rocked my hips against her, her panties and my shorts doing little to keep us apart. Her hands were on my back, and she pulled me toward her from her own desperation.
“Come back to the room so I can take my time fucking you,” I mumbled against her lips, my body humming with anticipation. Fuck trying to be the good guy. If I couldn’t save myself, no one else would be safe. She nodded and reluctantly broke away from our kiss, her thumb wiping over her lower lip. Fuck, she was sexy and nothing like the others. Too bad she was like the one I needed to forget.
I straightened and held my hand out for hers. She took it, and I pulled her to her feet. She giggled as she pulled her skirt down over her hips, realizing what we had just done in public.
Ella walked by me and back toward the room, her hips rocking with each step. I followed her as she slipped her hand into her messenger bag and pulled out the key card to the room.
“You knew I’d come after you.” I narrowed my eyes as she slipped it into the card slot and pushed the door open without speaking a word.
“I hoped.”
“Be careful what you wish for.” I waited for her to enter before following her into the cool air. I stood just inside the door as she faced me, dropping her purse and sliding the bag off her shoulders to the floor as she kicked off her sandals. Her hands moved quickly, undoing her jean skirt as she slid it over her hips, but her fingers gave away her nervousness. It was such a fucking turn-on to see her act so brave when I knew this wasn’t something she would normally do. I was glad. The idea of her doing this with other men would have killed the moment for me, even though there was no reason for me to give a fuck who or what she did.
“Are you on something?” I asked, not wanting any physical barrier between us. She nodded, and I took two large strides toward her. My arms slipped around her back, gripping her ass as I pulled her against me and onto her toes. My mouth was on hers, hungry to be closer, desperate to be inside of her and lost in a memory.
I grabbed her tank top and pulled it roughly over her, sending her hair cascading over small breasts. She looked to the ground for a moment, unsure of herself. If she had any doubt of how fucking incredible she looked, the evidence was stiff and obvious under my shorts. I gripped my cock through the fabric, desperate for some relief. She pushed against my shoulders, and I walked backward until I was against the wall. Her lips pressed against my chest. I wanted nothing more than to let her continue her journey lower, but if I was going to hell, I’d make the trip worth it.
I grabbed her shoulders and turned, pressing her back against the wall with a little more force than necessary. A wicked grin spread across her face as I bent down to taste her mouth again, my fingers digging hard into the flesh of her upper thighs.