Her eyes snap back to mine, wider than ever, filled with a dawning, shocking realization.
“I did this?” she whispers, the words barely audible, laced with a hesitant awe that nudges me closer to my downfall.
Of course she did. Even when she’s pissing me off, twisting me up inside, my body is her willing punishment.
There’s not much good left in a man like me. Still, a small, rotten chunk hopes she’ll see the monster beneath it all, the man she’s demanding I be, and get scared. Really scared. To the point where she’ll stop trying to pry the lid off a box that should stay sealed.
But as she blushes, as her thumb moves in the faintest, most curious stroke against the denim, that last hope dies. She’s not running. She’s leaning in.
Haven doesn’t shy away. The hellion lifts from the bed, her mouth grazing mine, and my thoughts spiral into fucking oblivion.
That one little touch, that ghost of a kiss, and I’m gone. She has no idea how dangerous it is to offer herself in that way. No idea what she’s unleashing.
A raw sound tears from my throat, and I swallow the gasp she makes as I flatten her against the mattress again, my hand cradling the back of her head so it doesn’t hurt. The last shred of gentleness I’ll fucking have.
My mouth crashes down on hers, all teeth and desperation. It’s a battle she immediately surrenders, her lips parting on a sigh that I drink down like a dying man.
Satisfied with what she’s started, my body twitches and jerks beneath her hands as she drags them back up. All across the past scars, the dips in my chest, everything, she’s pulling me toward her. We’ve both hit our limit.
I can’t think. Not when her hands come up to tangle in my hair, not to push me away, but to pull me closer, her nails scraping against my scalp.
Breaking from her mouth to trail a searing path down her throat, she arches into me, a broken moan slipping past her lips. The sound goes straight to my cock. Every one of those soft, pleading noises she makes is another knot coming undone in my head, another thread of my control snapping.
She doesn’t ask for anything. Just gives. Gives me her mouth, her throat, the frantic beat of her heart under my lips. When I lick a hot stripe across her collarbone, she moans again, my name resting against the tip of her tongue.
This is worse than a fight. This is a different kind of war, and I’m losing, gladly. I’m drowning in the feel of her, the scent of her, the way her body moves under mine like she was made for it. For me.
Reaching for the hem of her shirt, she stops me instantly, breaking out of her heated spell for a short moment. While I growl out of impatience, her fingers hold a slight tremble.
“I don’t want to take it off.” Her teeth worry into her bottom lip. “Can I keep it on?”
The obvious answer is no. My hunger demands I see her naked against the bed, but the fear in her eyes shoves the answer down my throat.
“For now.” Getting the words out, it’s not concrete. One day, I’ll see what she’s hiding. Today might not be the day, but therewillbe a time.
Moving my hands to her jeans, her entire body shivers as I undo the button. From here, I can smell her arousal. It’s almost laughable how quickly my mouth waters. I have to fight not to press my face against her and breathe in such an incredible scent.
Instead of caving, I’m growling when she stops me again.
“What if I’m gross down there? I mean, I ran earlier, and—”
Her gasp is lovely when I jerk her jeans down, revealing flushed skin beneath and a pair of purple underwear. Nothing fancy, just cotton. Yet, they’reeverythingunder my gaze as I throw her pants far enough away that she won’t worry about putting them back on.
“I’m doing this for me, you understand?” Breathing heavily, my hands squeeze her hips next, hard enough to leave them sore. “I’m being the greedy bastard I am. I don’t give a fuck if you’re dirty or clean. This is how I want you. Just like this.”
Haven dips her chin once, a single nod. She understands, but she’s still worried.
Groaning as I push her thighs apart, I feel the goosebumps forming against my fingers.
The hunger clawing at my insides isn’t sated once I finally see what she wants to keep to herself. Instead, it’s all-consuming.
I don’t care if the club suddenly gets surrounded. Right now, there’s only enough room for Haven.
This beauty isn’t just a liar, but she’s fooled me. Shecankeep a secret. She’s just as wound up as I am. What a fucking discovery.
A damp patch shouldn’t make my head spin, but I feel dizzy anyway. One thin layer is my greatest enemy, and all I want to do is shove it to the side and finally get a taste of her pussy.
I can’t. If I go in too quickly, it’ll ruin everything. Such a good thing shouldn’t end early.
