I bent down and took her mouth.
No hesitation.
No gentleness.
My lips crashed against hers, rough and hungry. I’d been dying to taste her again since the night in the alley.
Her mouth parted for me, and I seized the opening.
My tongue plunged past her lips, tangling with hers. I tasted the rain between us, the faint sweetness of strawberries and syrup still clinging to her. I groaned into her mouth, devouring her as I finally lost the war with myself.
And she kissed me back.
God, did she kiss me back.
She met me head-on, her tongue stroking mine, her lips caressing mine as though she didn’t care if she drowned. She clutched my arms tightly, anchoring herself to me. She moaned, and I swallowed the sound whole.
After the most searing, fuck-me-and-end-me kiss I’d ever had, I released her arm, dragged my hand up, and fisted her rain-slicked hair, jerking her head back so I could devour her further. My other hand stayed buried between her thighs, gripping the heat of her cunt through those soaked little shorts.
Her body arched against my hand, pure temptation wrapped in wet cotton.
She tasted like heaven.
I kissed her like a man starved—like I would never get another chance—like I meant to ruin her for anyone else.
Because I did.
Another soft moan hit the back of my throat.
That was it. My undoing.
I growled, my cock growing rock-hard, my hand tightening in her hair.
And then—she stopped.
She yanked her mouth away, gasping, eyes wide with panic.
Before I could speak, she twisted, broke free from my grip, and jumped down from the parapet.
But I was already moving.
Because she didn’t get to run from me. Not now.
Not after that.
I caught her by the waist and yanked her off the ground.
“You wanna run from me?” I snarled, throwing her over my shoulder like a rag doll as her legs flailed. “Then you’d better be ready for what happens when I catch you.”
She kicked and screamed and raged against my back, nails digging into my flesh, fists hammering my back.
Ignoring her protests, I stormed back inside, not caring that I tracked rainwater through the living room all the way to the guest suite.
I threw her onto the bed, face-first. Her wet hair was splayed out across her back.
I knocked her thighs apart with my knee and pinned her.
My hips crushed against her ass. I shoved her arms up and pulled her wrists together above her head, locking them there with one hand.
