“Whatever?” he called out, chasing after me.
I refused to stop and explain. We’d been here twice before. How many more times was I going to deal with him and his issues? But his legs were longer than mine, dammit, and before I could get away, he caught up, spinning me around with a death grip on my arm.
“What the hell does that mean?”
I huffed again. “It means whatever.”
“That was not awhateverkiss.”
“I beg to differ,” I spat, narrowing my eyes at him.
“In what way?”
“Well, let’s see. You’ve kissed me three times now, and after, we go back to exactly where we were before. So, it meantwhatever!”
“I told you last night?—”
“You told me nothing. Everything with you is so damn cryptic. It was a kiss, nothing more.”
“It was so much damn more! You felt it just like I did. That was no simple kiss. That was the type of kiss that makes me want to shove my fingers in your pussy and stroke you until you come all over my hand.”
I shivered at his throaty words, but refused to give even a little.
That is, until he continued.
“That was the type of kiss that makes me want to shove my cock inside you and fuck you so hard you forget your name for an entire day!”
An old lady squeaked as she hurried around us, but I didn’t care.
“Yeah? Do you kiss Mrs. Butterworth like that?”
“I generally don’t kiss syrup.”
I jabbed a finger at the old woman. “Mrs. Butterworth! That woman. Would you kiss her like that?”
“What are you suggesting?”
“That you’re into gerontophilia!”
“Is that even a word?”
“Yeah, if you look it up, you’ll find a picture of you and Mrs. Butterworth as the prime example!”
For a solid second, I caught him off guard and fled, needing space from the man who could easily set my panties on fire and make me destroy everything in my life. The longer JR hung around, the more I got the feeling that he wasn’t exactly good for me.
I mean, aside from the distance thing he did with practically everyone, the way he refused to look after Milo, and then that whole business with Alyssa that he still hadn’t explained to me, things were spiraling way too fast.
I needed to get away, to remember that I had a business and a brother who very much needed my guidance when he was about to throw away everything for the cougar currently sleeping in his bed.
“Don’t walk away from me,” he growled, spinning me around again.
“You’re going to give me whip?—”
His lips crashed against mine in an earth-shattering kiss. I barely felt us moving backward until my body was pressed up against cold metal and an alarm blared somewhere behind us.
But that was all background noise, something I blocked out as the moment stole my breath away. I tore at his jacket, needing to feel his skin under my fingertips. Warm flesh was just one layer away when the waistband of my leggings was torn down my legs and I was hauled up, cold metal touching my ass.
And then he was there, his fingers brushing against my pussy as an indecent moan tore from my throat. My clit was on fire as he swirled it, pinching it, until I came hard in two seconds flat, crying out as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me.
