He crushed his mouth over mine.
CHAPTER 7
Hudson
Valentina’s lips were soft, the taste of her sweet like ripe peaches in the spring.
The way her body molded perfectly against mine brought a wave of longing so intense I was momentarily blinded. When she dropped the pool cue, I immediately tossed mine, crushing her body against me as if I was fearful some asshole would drag her away.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew this was very wrong and I was skating on thin ice. That hadn’t stopped the burning desire the first moment I’d laid eyes on her, growing stronger with every minute passing. Her vulnerability from before remained, yet within her was a strong resolve that I’d only briefly witnessed before.
I slipped my hand down her back, every muscle in my body tensing. She didn’t fight me as I opened her lips, thrusting my tongue inside. The way she placed her hand against my chest,curling her fingers around my shirt allowed me to know she was experiencing the same burning desire.
What I was doing was very wrong. Tasting her even this way would be considered taking advantage of a vulnerable woman. Yet in this moment, I didn’t give a shit about rules or condemnation. The system had failed her. Hell, it had failed both of us. I’d been fighting that knowledge for years, yet here we were.
A beautiful soul being threatened by a monster.
Her soft mews brought me back to the present and to the gift in my arms. I shifted my hand until I was able to cup her buttocks, pulling her onto her toes as she wrapped one arm around my neck. Her scent was intoxicating, already driving me to the point of madness. I could kiss her for hours and would do so if my cock hadn’t been aching the moment she’d walked in.
My God. She had a kid. Another little human being to take care of and all I was interested in was plunging my cock into Valentina’s sweet pussy. What did that make me? Just another flavor of monster? I explored her mouth as she moaned into the kiss, writhing against me in such a way that there was no chance this was just a farce. This wasn’t about being grateful that I was protecting her.
This was about white-hot need to sever all aspects of sanity and reality. As soon as I broke the kiss, she gasped for air. I grabbed her chin, pushing her back and exposing her long neck. She was absolutely beautiful, even more so than I remembered. With strands of her damp hair clinging to her porcelain skin, and her eyes lit up like firecrackers, I’d been completely mesmerized.
I wasn’t gentle in my actions, kissing her as if this would be the last one before oblivion. She responded by clinging to me, pulling me even closer. All I could think about was ravaging every inch of her body.
Being with her seemed far too normal, which was why I’d chosen to find solace and my sanities by heading into my man cave. What good had that done? Just hearing her voice had brought back the edge. Seeing her playful side after the tears I’d seen earlier had pushed the limits until I’d lost full control.
Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? Did she gather that she was playing with the type of fire that would do more than just sear our skin? If so, I couldn’t tell. We were both far too hungry and nothing would deny us.
Not danger.
Not common sense.
And certainly not protocol.
I wanted her and no one was going to stop me from taking what I desired.
I dragged my tongue from one side of her jaw to the other, enjoying her heavy breathing and the way her long lashes skimmed across the shimmer of her cheeks. She wrapped one hand around my arm, acting as if she was completely comfortable in my arms, even laughing softly when I bit down on her lower lip.
She was a tiny thing in comparison to me. I could easily hurt her, but seeing her relax, enjoying just being in my house was as much a powerful aphrodisiac as the moment.
I brushed my lips down the length of her neck, inhaling the scent of her floral perfume. It was light yet provocative, sensual in a way I hadn’t experienced in a very long time. What few women I’d dated over the last few years had been as powerful if not more so than I was.
There was never any discussion about anything other than one or two nights, enjoying each other’s company and fulfilling a need. They had their lives and I had mine, preferring never to allow my professional life to interfere with my personal one.
This was as daring and damning of a decision and moment as a man in my position could make.
The moment I fisted her hair, pulling her fully into a standing position, she pressed both hands against my chest. For a few seconds, we did nothing but stare into each other’s eyes. Perhaps I was giving her one last opportunity to put an end to what could be a huge mistake.
She smiled instead of shoving me away, even darting the tip of her tongue across her already swollen bottom lip.
With a slight laugh, she began to tear at my clothes. Ripping my shirt away from my jeans. Dragging it past my chest.
I pushed her gently away just long enough to snatch the material by the back of my collar and yanking it over my head.
Still panting, she allowed her gaze to fall to my waistband and even lower, her tiny giggle a sweet sound. She obviously knew just how aroused I’d become around her.
“Such a bad girl,” I whispered, although I should count myself as being a degenerative beast and nothing more. Stealing herinnocence for a second time should disturb me instead of craving to defile her in the worst ways.
