“You want to dictate everything I do while claiming you don’t want me.”
“I’m looking out for you.” I grip the wheel as I shift gears into drive, and we roll forward into the street.
But I’m already distracted by how her perfume fills the cab. The light, fruity scent only reminds me how good she’d smelled when I held her the other night.
I push that memory out of my mind and focus on the topic at hand.
“Do you have any idea how Tate operates?” I ask her. “He’s got a different chick every other night. Rinse and repeat.”
“So what? He’s cute.”
“So what?” I take my eyes off the road to glance at her. “So he’s not good for you!”
“You said you’re not good for me either!” she counters smartly. “Starting to think you believe nobody’s good enough for me. So what am I supposed to do, Silver? Never date? Never be with another man? Or is your problem really that you want me but refuse to admit it?”
The accusation… is obviously true. We both know it.
I’m not fooling either of us. Least of all myself.
I grind my teeth and try to focus on the road ahead. But desire and frustration collide inside me, swirling into some dangerous new emotion that consumes me whole.
It’s intense enough that I jerk the wheel to change lanes without checking properly, nearly sideswiping a Toyota. The driver lays on the horn.
“Fuck!” I slam the brakes, yanking the truck to the side of the street and throwing it in park. My heart’s pounding, energy pulsing through me and begging for release.
We both sit still for a second digesting the near crash we were just in. Then I turn to face her, chest heaving.
“Let’s get one thing straight?—”
But I never finish the sentence.
I don’t finish because my gaze anchors to hers and I see the same temptation staring back at me. The same thin restraint that’s quickly running out.
Thatdoesrun out as finally it all becomes too much.
We crash together in an act of violent passion, mouths crushing in a kiss that’s nothing like the gentle one in my kitchen.
That was patient and searching. It was soft and almost shy.
This is the exact opposite, full of fire and heat and the most intense desperation. Her hands fist in my shirt, holding onto me.Mine tangle in her hair and grip at her hips, half dragging her into my lap.
I taste the vanilla lip balm on her lips and the sugar from the Cherry Coke she’d been sipping on. I listen to the tiny mewl she makes as I grip her tight and kiss her deep.
She has no fucking idea—she’s got no fucking clue how bad I want her and how I so easily could ruin her.
She doesn’t know what she’s started. But she’s about to find out.
Pure fire sears straight through me.
My hand slides from her waist to her thigh, squeezing her soft flesh hard and thinking about how sweet her little pussy would feel wrapped around my cock. About how good it’s about to feel sinking deep with my big cock stretching her.
But if she’s having second thoughts, she doesn’t give any indication. She kisses me just as hungrily, somewhat inexperienced in how she works her lips and tongue but still so fucking irresistible it doesn’t even matter.
I’ll teach her everything she needs to know.
Then I half come to my senses all at once.
I wrench myself back, both of us breathing hard. Her lips are even plumper than usual, eyes darker with want. I probably look just as wrecked.
