Page 186 of Vicious Temptation

His smile is entirely too pleased with himself. “What’s with the red lipstick?”

I blink at him, breathless. “What?”

“The lipstick.” His words come rougher now, broken by his own breathing and need. “Why red?”

“You’re asking me this now?”

“I’ve been wondering.”

My answer gets lost when he pulls me down harder, and I brace myself against his chest.

“Oh, God…so good.”

“Answer me, chama.”

I drag in a shaky breath and try to remember what the hell he asked me. “Because I like it.”

“Bullshit.”

A laugh tumbles out between breaths. “You ask me a question while you’re fucking me and then tell me my answer is wrong?”

“I know you.”

The words hit differently tonight, and my hips slow as I look down at him, my breathing still uneven.

“My mom,” I finally manage.

His smile fades, but his hands stay on me, and the teasing disappears from his face completely.

“When I was little—” I stop when he bucks up into me, knocking the rest of the sentence straight out of my head. “Fuck, Thiago.”

“You were saying?”

“You’re an asshole.”

His laugh is strained now too.

“I used to watch her get ready,” I say, digging my nails into his chest. “She always put the red lipstick on last.”

I pause to catch my breath.

“Like the finishing touch?”

“Yeah.” I nod, moving with him again. “And when she was done, she’d look at herself in the mirror like she could take on the entire fucking world.”

“So you stole it.”

I laugh. “How did you know?”

“Because I know my girl.”

My girl. God, I really do like hearing that.

“I was six,” I tell him.

“Thief.”

“Cop.”