“You texted anyway.” I stare into her dark doe-like eyes, then back at the smudge I can’t look away from.
“I’ve always loved bold men.”
“Hmm.” My grin widens. “Is that why you’re here? Because I’m bolder than your boyfriend?”
“It’s not that. I love Vaughn.”
Yeah, right.
I can tell a serial cheater when I see one. Danika wouldn’t have taken the bait if she were even slightly loyal to Vaughn. One look at her, and I knew she was as allergic to monogamy as I am.
Well,almostas much as I am.
The moment I smiled at her, she had a sultry look in her eyes, one herboyfrienddidn’t notice, because he was busy murdering me in his head.
Danika’s way of watching me, subtly checking me out, and texting me almost as soon as I was out of the restaurant told me she was open to flirting and possibly more.
Which means that she’s done this before.
And while I’m disappointed I’m not the only one—because that would hurt the asshole more—I’m delighted that she has zero respect for him.
Danika stares up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
I stare at the mark.
“But?” I lift my hand and trace the smudge at the corner of her lip.
I just can’t help it.
A rush of pleasure rips through me, knowing exactly who touched this not so long ago.
Danika releases a puff of air, her lips parting as she whispers in a breathy voice, “But I want more.”
“Then you came to the right place.” I swipe her lower lip, smudging her reddish lipstick exactly to where the previous one was, my heart thundering the moment the marks collide.
Fucking hell. This is more thrilling than I anticipated.
I place an arm at the small of her back and pull her flush against me.
She gasps and her purse falls to the floor, its contents spilling everywhere, but she doesn’t notice as her wide eyes droop and a whimper spills from her parted lips.
Danika’s so turned on, I can smell her eagerness, but there’s another scent that rushes to my groin. Something that’s camouflaged by her perfume but still there—woodsier, harsher.
Male.
I inhale the top of her hair, filling my lungs thoroughly like it’s a hit of powder.
I can smell him on her—smoke and damnation.
“Did you fuck him before you came here?” I croon, licking the side of her neck and nibbling slightly.
My taste buds explode with traces of him. Yes, it’s covered up with her, but there are hints of him—masculine, harsh, and more fucking heady.
I’m getting so hard, it’s a miracle I don’t explode.
She moans. “Yeah, just a quickie… Is that a problem?”
“Of course not. You deserve more than a quickie, gorgeous.”
