He hums his approval, and my arms go around his neck.
Lashing his tongue against my lips, I open my mouth.
His lips are surprisingly soft compared to the rough stubble scratching my chin, and he tastes like something sweet and cigarettes.
One hand comes up, tangling in my hair as he shifts his hips. I feel the hard length of him pressed against my belly.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
A whimper escapes me before I can stop it, and he swallows the sound, deepening the kiss.
With a rumble from his chest, he angles my head exactly how he wants it. I should be furious at the way he’s possessing my body. I should tell him this is wrong. But I don’t. I can’t. It’s been too damn long since a man has touched me.
Giving as good as I’m getting, I kiss him back like the world is burning down around us and this is it.
Dread growls again, and I feel a rush of wet between my legs. My body responds on its own, pressing closer to him, needing more.
When he finally pulls back, I slowly peel my eyes open. Green eyes dark with desire drill into mine.
“Wow,” I breathe.
He licks his lips, and my eyes track the movement. “Been thinking about doing that all day.”
All the air escapes my lungs.He has?“You have?”
“Mmhmm.” His voice is rough and sexy.
Then his mouth is back on mine, and this time I open for him immediately. His tongue dances with mine, and it’s possibly the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced—which isn’t saying much. I’ve only had sex twice in my life.
Dread’s large hands slide down to squeeze my bottom, and all thoughts of Eddie disappear. His lips trail a path of fire down my neck to the tops of my breasts exposed by my V-neck shirt. He kisses his way up the other side of my neck and growls against my ear, the vibration sending shivers down my spine.
“Why’d you stop?” I pant, embarrassingly eager to have his lips back on my body. I feel him smiling against my neck.
“Didn’t think you wanted to put on a show for everyone on the block.”
My body stiffens. “Oh my God.” Slowly, I look up one side of the street and then the other. Thankfully, nobody was watching our impromptu make-out session. My face burns at the thought.
Crap. What the heck am I doing?
Dread chuckles and lifts his head. He’s smiling, and I realize he’s even more handsome when his face lights up like that.
“You’re handsome,” I blurt out.
He winks at me, and I feel myself blush harder. “So, about that party...”
My brow furrows. “A Christmas party?”
“Yeah. At the clubhouse.” He runs a hand through his hair. “You’d be doing me a big favor.”
I bite my lip and look down at what I’m wearing—faded jeans and an old t-shirt that’s seen better days. “I don’t know. I don’t have a dress or anything for a Christmas party.”
Dread laughs, his eyes dropping to my lips. I wonder if he’s thinking about kissing me again. “It’s not that kind of party, baby. Jeans and a T-shirt will work just fine.”
“Oh.” I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “I still need to change. I’m a mess.”
“You look beautiful,” he says with such conviction that my breath catches. “But if you want to change, that’s cool. I need to run home and grab a shower anyway.”
“Okay.”
