He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he moved even closer. I couldn’t hide the way I gasped when his lips brushed the skin just below my ear. Couldn’t stop the tremor that rolled through me as his thumb stroked my hip bone.
“I could reach into your panties right now,” he murmured, “and find you soaked. Couldn’t I?”
I shook my head.
He growled low in his throat, skimming his nose down my jaw.
“Such a bad liar.”
My knees wobbled.
Because he was right.
My hips rocked against his leg of their own accord, and I hated the whimper that followed. I fisted my hands in his jacket—not to push him away, but to hold on.
“You don’t get to look at me like that all night, tease me from across the bar, then pretend you’re not begging for me now,” he purred dangerously.
I trembled. Every nerve in my body was on fire. I wanted him to wreck me.
I drew a breath, preparing to throw more words at him. Anything. Something to break the spell.
But before I could speak—
His mouth crashed down onto mine.
There was nothing gentle about it. Just raw possession as his lips took mine. It was all heat and hunger, bites and bruised lips. I couldn’t tell if he was punishing me or seeking his own personal reward. He kissed me like he’d already decided I belonged to him and this was how he made sure I never forgot it.
He didn’t just explore—he claimed. His tongue stroked deep, his teeth grazing my lower lip. Each nip was a dark promise. He was marking me. And I let him.
Heat flooded my belly as my thighs clamped around his leg, and before I realized it, my body was riding it like it had a mind of its own—shameless, hungry, out of control. His grip on me was ironclad, like his restraint was one second away from snapping. And a dark part of me wanted it to.
He twisted his hand in my hair tighter, yanking my head back to deepen the kiss. The other hand slid around to my ass, pulling me flush against him. His dick was hard and thick, straining against his pants. There was no hiding what he wanted.
And God help me, I wanted it too.
A groan slipped from my throat. His mouth swallowed it whole.
My back hit the brick again, but I didn’t care. My mind was a blur of desire. He kissed me like no one ever had—like I was something to be consumed, something to be broken and remade with nothing but his mouth.
I shouldn’t have been dripping. I shouldn’t have been melting into him, proving him right. But I was. I couldn’t stop myself.
When he finally pulled back, my chest heaved. My lips were swollen, tingling, and tender.
His mouth trailed lower—hot breath ghosting over my jaw and down my neck. When he flicked his tongue along the pulse point below my ear, I whimpered, tipping my head back instinctively and baring my throat, begging for his touch.
“You taste like sunshine and sin,” he rasped. “Like you were made for me to ruin.”
He slid a hand under the hem of my dress, dragging it up. The cool night air skimmed up my thighs, but his palm was hotter than hell’s fire. Higher and higher, it slowly ascended.
My breath caught.
“No,” I whispered.
But my body didn’t move. My legs didn’t close. My hips tilted toward him.
He smirked against my neck. “No?”
His hand traveled higher until he reached the lace edge of my panties. There, he paused, flexing his fingers over my thigh possessively.
