Despite everything, despite the tears still threatening to spill and the hurt radiating from her, her body was responding tome.
“Y-you’re funny,” she whispered, though she looked anything but amused. She looked confused and tempted and scared of how much she wanted this.
“I’m told I have better qualities.” I kept my voice light. “What do you need, Eunice? Tell me and I’ll make it happen.”
Silence followed the question.
“I don’t understand.” She shook her head after a while. “Why would you... I should go back. Derek might wonder—”
“No, he won’t.” The words came out harsher than I meant them to. But I had to do it. I had to deliver the message. “We both know that loser isn’t wondering anything about you.”
Her face crumpled for just a second before she caught herself.
“You deserve better than what you’re settling for,” I said, my voice gentler now. “Forget him. Or keep him in your head if you want. But you can use me to get him out of your system.”
“I... I don’t even know what to say to that.”
“Don’t say anything.” I leaned closer, close enough to smell the faint sweetness on her skin, to feel her heat. “Just take what you need. Use me however you want—for anger, for distraction, for proof that someone sees you.”
My hand moved to the headrest, settling next to where her neck curved. I kept that sliver of distance, but she’d feel me there.
“Pretend I’m not a person if it helps. Just an object. I can be anything you want me to be.” My voice dropped; it was almost just a breath. “I’ve got nothing much, might as well let you play God with what’s left.”
Her breath hitched, and I saw the war in her eyes, wanting this but terrified of what it meant.
“You don’t want it?” I murmured, giving her the out even though walking away now would kill me. “Tell me no, and I’ll drive you back.”
She didn’t speak. Instead, her eyes flickered to my mouth, and that was all the permission I needed.
I closed the gap and claimed her mouth. No gentleness, no testing the waters, just desperation I’d been choking down since I first saw her.
She was trembling, shaking all over, but she was kissing me back just as hard. Her arms curled around my neck, pulling me closer, and a growl rumbled in my chest.
My hands went for her jacket, that puffy pink that looked cute on her but was driving me insane now. It felt like fighting through padding to get what I wanted. I finally got my hand inside, only to find another layer—her blouse, tucked neat and tight into her pants.
A frustrated sound escaped my throat, swallowed by her mouth. I didn’t break the kiss. Instead, I slid my hand down her front, my fingers slipping into the waistband of her pants to work the hem of her blouse free.
The skin of her stomach was hot, and I pushed my hand upward, desperate for more. I found the cup of her bra, some flimsy piece of lace stopping me. My fingers went straight for the hooks on her back, fighting to unfasten until I heard that satisfying click. The strap went slack, and my palm moved back around just as her breast spilled out.
Fuck.
I almost lost my mind right there. Heavy and perfect andmine. Her nipple was already a hard peak pressing into my palm. I squeezed, rolling the hard point between my thumb and forefinger, feeling it harden even more.
“Look at you,” I growled, my mouth still fused to hers. “So fucking perfect.”
She whimpered, the sound vibrating through my jaw and straight to my cock. That little noise broke something inside me. My brain turned fuzzy with want, every thought feeding my need for more skin, more heat. Suddenly, touching and squeezing were no longer enough. I needed to see. I had to strip that jacket and blouse out of the way and have her tits out for me. I wanted to bury my face between them, suffocate myself in that softness, and lick a path right over her heart.
The greed was building fast, each heartbeat demanding more. Demandingall. I wanted to drag my tongue over every inch of her skin until she was slick with my spit. I wanted to latch and suck until she was raw and red and her toes curled. Until she was a sobbing mess, begging me to stop—and I would never, ever stop.
I wouldn’t just fuck her pussy. I’d shove my cock down her throat until she gagged on me. I’d grind myself between her titsuntil they were red and slick with my sweat. Then I’d flip her over and fill her tight, perfect ass. I’d pump every last drop of my seed into her until she was overflowing. All of me, inside all of her.
Damn it!I wanted her to forget that loser and only think of me.
“Open,” I commanded. My voice was wrecked, ripping from my throat like rusted metal. “Show me.” I didn’t give her a goddamn second to obey. My hand shot to her jacket, yanking the zipper down and bunching her blouse up around her neck, baring her to the neon lights.
“Fuck,” I breathed, the word shaking on my lips. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Her breasts were full and pale, flushed with pink. Her nipples were hard as a fucking stone, already begging for my mouth.
