Her eyes narrow. “That’s very convenient. I wasn’t born in a cave last night, Mr. Draven.”
“It’s Zane.”
Her feature pinch sharper, making her plump lips stand out even more, and Jesus Fucking Christ, I want that mouth sucking my cock more than I want peace on earth. And not wanting peace on earth first and foremost will make my mother disown me.
Which I do not want. But I would do it. For. One. Taste. Of. That. Mouth.
“Mr. Draven.” She notches her chin up as she says that.
And God help me, the skepticism, the sass, the mouth, the glaring.
Everything makes me harder. Makes me want to break her doubts apart, one by one, until she returns to looking at me like she did earlier, when she entered the warehouse as I was belting out the chorus of our latest song.
A song I realize could’ve been made with this woman in mind.
My bat-shit crazy mom would call it the forces of auric collision unfolding. Or the forces of cosmic entanglement or tantric star-bonding. Hell, probably a combination of all three.
“You think I’m lying about our chemistry?” I dare, stepping into her space.
Her chin tips up. Defiant. “I think you’re full of yourself.” But her eyes drop to my mouth for the tiniest second.
I grin, feral. “Then prove me wrong. Kiss me.”
Her beautiful eyes go wide. “Excuse me? Are you high?”
I shrug. “No excuses.” I tilt my head, silver gaze locked on hers. “Kiss me. Show me there’s nothing here and I’ll let you walk out.”
Bullshit. I’m not letting her leave even if SWAT is summoned.
Her lips twitch like she’s about to roll her eyes again…but then she licks them, just the tip of her tongue tracing the seam of her mouth.
Heat spikes through my groin like gasoline on fire, swelling my cock so fast, I swear I see stars. I want that tongue-tip flick, flick, flicking over my cock head as I strum the guitar and write odes in her name.
And now I can see it, that pulse at her throat, the way her breath shortens, there’s no turning back.
Ruby Lane wants me too.
The thought is like kryptonite to my blood.
I move in, backing her against the door, caging her in with my body. I barely allow myself time to cup her jaw before my mouth crashes to hers, rough, demanding, the taste of her as addictive as I knew it would be.
For several frantic moments, she resists.
Then with a half-enraged whimper, as if she’s berating herself for weakening, she softens, lips parting. Her fingers spike into my hair, scratching and yanking with the kind of roughness I crave.
And I’m drowning.
She rolls her hips into mine as her tongue hunts for mine andfuck fuck fuck!
Who is this woman and where has she been all this fucking time?
I’m feral. Ravenous. Ready to eat her alive.
A sharp knock rattles the door.
“Fuck. Off!”
I delve back in, catching her lower lip between my lips and suckling, my hands reaching around to mould her plump,oh fuck oh fuck,deliciously round ass.
