Her breath catches audibly. "Then why..."
"There's a line I shouldn't cross. And damn it, I keep crossing it anyway. I'm terrified that if I let myself actually have you, I'll ruin you the way I ruin everything good that comes near me. Not to mention, you’re my agent’s ex wife."
She stares at me for a long moment. Then she lets out a bitter bark of laughter. "Enzo. You're worried about Enzo?"
"He's still my agent. It's complicated."
"He's nothing. He’s in the past, a mistake I'm never making again. And if you can't see the difference between him and you, then you're an idiot."
She turns to walk away. I catch her wrist and spin her back around to face me.
I growl, "Don't walk away from me."
She sucks in a breath. "Then give me a reason to stay."
I kiss her, hard and desperate. Claiming her mouth like I've every right to, when I know I don't. She gasps against my lips and I swallow the sound, backing her against the truck. My hands are everywhere at once. Her hips. Her waist. Fisting in her curls the way I've been dying to.
"Silas," she gasps when I break the kiss to breathe. "Someone could see..."
"I don't care." I drag my mouth down her throat, sucking hard enough to leave a visible mark. "Let them see. Let everyone know you're mine."
"Am I?" Her voice is breathless but challenging. "Because half a minute ago you were telling me I deserve better."
"You do." I bite down on her pulse point and she moans. "But I'm too selfish to let you fall in love with anyone else."
She gasps, "Then don't let me go."
I look around the parking lot. Mostly empty now, growing dark. The bowling alley's back entrance is twenty feet away, nestled in shadows between dumpsters and a locked delivery door that no one uses.
I grab her hand. "Come with me."
"Where..."
"Just trust me."
I pull her into the shadows, pinning her against the brick wall. The space is narrow, barely wide enough for both of us. Anyone walking to their car could see us if they looked. If we're not careful, we’ll be heard.
The danger makes everything sharper.
"Silas, we can't..." Her protest dies when my hand slides under her shirt. I cup her breast through her bra. She hisses.
"We can." I thumb her nipple through the fabric and she arches into my touch. "And we will. But you have to stay quiet."
"Someone could..."
"Then you better not scream." I drop to my knees. My hands shake as I yank her yoga pants down her legs.
"Oh my God." Her hands fist in my hair as I push her right thigh up, zeroing in on the wet spot spreading across her lacy white thong. “Si!”
I look up at her. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown dark, lips parted in shock and arousal. She's perfect. Terrified andturned on and trusting me completely even though this is reckless and stupid.
"Hold on to me," I growl. "And don't make a sound."
Pushing the damp fabric on her panties aside, I bury my face between her thighs and lick her slit.
She bites her fist to keep from crying out. Her other hand grips my shoulder, nails digging in through my shirt hard enough to bruise. I devour her with no finesse, no patience. Fastening my mouth over her clit, I kiss her just the way I would her mouth. It’s just raw need and possession and the driving urge to mark her as mine in every way I can.
I want her to come on my beard, soak my face with her juices.
