She draws her bottom lip into her mouth, and her eyes drop. “I know,” she whispers.
Pressing my finger under her chin, I force her eyes to mine. “We’ll talk upstairs. Don’t say another word until then. I’m so angry right now, I need a drink to cool off and then you’re going to tell me everything, Kennedy. Everything.”
“I can’t do that.”
My gaze is firm and serious. We’ve been having fun, but the time for that is over. “You’re not who you say you are. You’re hiding something, and after saving your ass tonight, I deserve to know what it is.”
“I didn’t ask you to vouch for me.”
Troy spots us before I can open the door. “Good evening, Mr. Ash,” he says, using his body as a doorstopper. “How are you this evening?” He glances at Kennedy, but he doesn’t say a word about the streaked makeup.
“We’re doing well, Troy. How about yourself?”
“Couldn’t be better, sir. I dropped a package off for you earlier, and I gave it to Coco.”
Kennedy’s eyes flash with recognition. “I think I should go.”
My hand comes out, wrapping around her arm and keeping her next to me as we walk toward the bank of elevators. “Not this time, kid. Coco is a friend and nothing more. I’ve explained that.”
“Fine,” Kennedy says through gritted teeth as we step inside and Troy pushes the button.
“Ah, Miss Coco. I remember when she was a kid. She’s come a long way, sir.” He tips his hat as the doors begin to close and waves with his free hand.
Kennedy plasters her body against the back wall, getting as far away from me as she can. “Who is she?”
Turning quickly, I cage her in and bring my face so close to hers I can feel her breath. “I’m not fucking her, if that’s what you’re asking. Are you jealous?”
Her eyes flash with fury, and she moves her face closer to mine. “Is she your sister?”
“No. I found her on the streets as a kid. She needed someone to look after her.”
“You found her?” Her eyes narrow, and she continues to speak through clenched teeth.
“I helped her.” We’re arguing, but about what, I don’t know.
I’m so pissed off about tonight that I want to punch something. The anger running through my system isn’t an emotion I’m used to feeling. When the lights flash and the elevator stops unexpectedly, alarms blaring above us, I do the only thing I can to remedy how I’m feeling—push my body flush against her and crush my mouth to hers.
My mouth takes without permission, demanding her compliance. Her fingernails dig into my flesh, breaking the skin on my forearms as she opens to me. We’re tethered to each other by our mouths, and the anger and fear flow between us. My arm drops as my hand finds the bare flesh of her thighs and blazes a trail upward, disappearing under her skirt.
Her skin is hot and soft underneath my fingertips, and my cock starts to ache. The hard-on that had vanished earlier is back and worse than ever. Fuckin’ Kennedy Preston. This night was supposed to be different. But she had to go and fuck it up with her bullshit as soon as I was away from her for ten minutes.
She moans softly when the tips of my fingers graze the edges of her underwear. I want to tear it off and have my way with her. Taking the anger inside of me, channeling the energy through my cock, and pummeling her body with mine as payback.
We’re both so lost in the moment that we barely feel the elevator starting to move again. Our lips stay connected until thedingalerts me that we’ve arrived. Keeping my eyes closed, I rest my forehead against hers. “We’re not done,” I tell her as I open my eyes and look into hers.
“I hope not.” She smiles softly, thinking I’m talking about sex. Maybe I am, but not before I get more information out of her.
I push myself away and blow out a breath, trying to calm the need that’s coursing through my veins. “First, we talk. Then, if I’m satisfied with your answers, I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”
“Mighty sure of yourself, aren’t you, Nix?”
I rush to her, wrapping my hands in her hair and bringing her lips to mine. “Trust me, Kennedy. With all this anger in me, I have to take it out somewhere.” I bury my knee between her legs, brushing against her pussy and aching to be inside her. “You’re not going to be able to walk for a few days when I’m done with you.”
Her eyes widen. “Fuck,” she hisses and moves her mouth closer, her breath skidding across my lips.
I pull her body closer, flush against mine and right into my bulging cock, reveling in the feel of her softness against my hardness. “You’ll have a lot of explaining to do to someone.”
“Yeah,” she says.
