“Where do you want to go?”
I glanced at him for the first time since I had made the stupid choice to leave with him. His handsome face was relaxed, dark stubble ran along his strong jawline, and those full lips were slightly pouted as he waited for my answer. His short brown hair was swept to the side, and he wore a plain black T-shirt that showed his one sleeve of tattoos, along with black trousers that clung to his muscular thighs. I shouldn’t have found him so fucking sexy, but I did, and my traitorous body reacted the longer I stared.
I like women. I only like women.
“Take me back,” I ordered a little too aggressively, staring out of the window. My skin was itching. My heart was pounding. It was too hot. I had to get out.
I felt his eyes on me. “You sure?”
“Si.Take me back. Now.”
He yanked up the handbrake while we were travelling at over fifty miles per hour, and the car skidded, then spun around in the middle of the deserted road. My hand shot up to grasp the roof of the car, and the other flew out to the side, directly over his hard chest. I didn’t know why I did it, but I did. When the car stopped at the side of the road, I was nearly hyperventilating, staring straight ahead but feeling the rhythm of his racing heart beneath my palm. Turning, I found him already looking at me, his eyes full of the same hunger and need I was trying to suppress.
We stared. Caught in a moment that could never be real. But fuck, it felt real. The way he was looking at me, as if he could see right into my soul and wanted it. He wanted to devour it. No one had ever looked at me like that before.
A beat against my palm. And then another. And another. Until he moved, reaching for the nape of my neck and forcing our lips together over the centre console of the car.
His lips were softer than sin yet commanding. Insistent. Forcing every thought from my mind as his tongue brushed my lower lip. Electric. My lips parted in surprise, granting him access to more of me. The sensation of his tongue against mine sent me into a hypnotic state of bliss. The kind that made me forget who I was, where I came from, and that I shouldn’t be allowing this. But I couldn’t resist. My hand fisted his shirt, drawing him closer as he leaned over the armrest and pressed me against the passenger door. I’d never kissed a man before. I’d never been kissed like this. Every moan, every touch ofhis tongue, made me lose myself to someone I shouldn’t be. Someone who wanted this. Someone who wanted him.
In a sudden burst of panic, I yanked my gun from the back of my trousers and pressed it to his temple. His lips released mine, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he hovered over my mouth, his dark gaze fixed on mine.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I growled, trying to hide how much my hand shook. I didn’t want to kill him, but I should.
“I thought it was pretty obvious,” he husked, his lips brushing mine as he spoke. The action made me inhale sharply, another mistake. I could still taste his minty breath, and I wanted more.
“I don’t like men,” I snarled my denial with venom, but he didn’t even flinch. He just kept staring.
“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”
He was right. Why wasn’t I? My hand still gripped his shirt, holding him in place, while my gun pressed against his temple. A physical representation of how torn I felt inside.
“I’m about to shoot you. That should be enough of an answer.”
He smirked. “Except we both know you won’t pull that trigger. Not until you get what you got into my car for.”
He reached for my belt and unbuckled it, holding my gaze in challenge. I clenched my jaw, every rational thought in my mind screaming at me to stop, but my body refused to move. The words wouldn’t come out. How many times had I fantasised about this, knowing it could never become a reality?
His knuckles brushed down the length of my rock-hard dick through my trousers, and I shuddered with anticipation of pleasure, every muscle in my body as solid and tense as my dick.
“Has a man ever touched you?” He unzipped me and pressed his palm against my erection, rubbing over my boxers. My head hit the glass behind me as I hissed.
“No. I told you… I’m not…”
My words were cut short when his hand slid beneath the band of my boxers and wrapped around my dick. His fingers were calloused and firm, so different from a woman’s touch. My eyes rolled, and my gun shook as his hand moved in confident strokes.
“Then tell me to stop.”
I couldn’t. If he stopped, I thought I might die.
His lips crashed against mine again, but this time, he was feral. Rough. Just how I liked it. His tongue didn’t just caress; it claimed, pinning me in place and forcing me to submit to the raging need coursing through my veins. And I submitted. The hand fisting his shirt moved up to his jaw, and my fingers dug into his rough stubble. We both groaned as my hips thrust upwards, fucking his hand as he squeezed.
The kiss ended, so he could glide his lips down my jaw. He licked his way down my throat, grazing his teeth against my Adam’s apple, and I lost my damn mind. Without realising, I’d moved the gun away from his temple and rested it against the dashboard. I threw my head back against the window and moaned when he bit my nipple through my shirt.
He paused above my cock and looked at me. He was giving me one last chance to stop this before he ruined me. But fuck, I’d let him because the part of me I’d refused to acknowledge since I was ten roared to life and wanted this. So fucking bad. Fuck the consequences. I’d deal with them later.
He kept his gaze locked on mine as he took my cock in his mouth.
“C-cazzo,”I growled, as he swiped his tongue over the head and flicked it across my slit, licking away the pre-cum.
