“Go on,” I urge. “Hit it. It won’t change things.”
We’re head to head.
The air in the elevator crackles with hot tension, and if she doesn’t push me away in the next three seconds, I’m going in for the kill.
Fuck, I should stop.
We’re letting things spin out of control.
The rigid pull between us is tighter than ever, like a rubber band about to snap at any second.
Tessa pushes the button quickly.
There’s a dare in her eye.
She thinks I won’t do this, but I’m not backing down where she’s involved.
I grab her face and smash my lips to hers. She’s startled at first, her body snapping into a rigid posture, but then she gives in.
What started off as a bitter kiss turns into a thrilling ride. I deepen the kiss, my fingers getting lost in her brown waves. Her tongue moves over mine languidly, each stroke going straight to my dick.
Damn, she does know how to kiss.
I swallow each and every sexy noise coming from the back of her throat and push her against the wall so I can feel more of her body against mine. I grip the back of her knee and wrap her leg around my waist, pressing myself in between her legs.
She’s warm and needy, rubbing against me like I’m no longer the villain who broke up her earlier romp at the bar.
Jesus Christ–
The elevator dings, and we both freeze.
Our eyes snag, and as if just now remembering who I am, she shoves me away and pulls her dress down.
The door slides open, and I recognize the man right away.
He’s on Vinny’s pit crew.
His focus slides from me and my rising chest to Tessa and her flushed skin.
A fleeting smile crosses her face, and then she darts out of the elevator, even though it’s the wrong floor.
It takes everything in me not to follow after her, but I don’t.
I can’t.
What the hell was I thinking?
Chapter Twenty-Three
TESSA
Nothing to see here.
Shame?
Who is she?
Guilt?
