Me.
The fucker who would take it all. Ruin it. Destroy her.
Her tongue stroked mine, desire wrapping us in a hazy cloud of delirium.
“Goddamn delicious.” I rumbled it into her mouth, just like I’d known she’d be. “Precious.”
She was fucking precious.
I kept kissing her, my hands grappling to get closer, to touch every inch of her sexy body. Running over her small, firm tits, cleavage just peeking out along the plunge of the dress.
Palmed her slim waist and gripped her lush ass.
I pressed my aching dick against the sweet heat of her pussy, my mind going fuzzy at the pleasure that threatened to erupt.
Fuck.
This girl was too much. Too perfect and too right and everything I shouldn’t want.
She whimpered and sank her nails into my shoulders. “I don’t do this,” she rasped.
My hand fisted in her hair, and I angled back to look at her, our chests heaving in sync, her back hiking up the wall as she clawed to get closer.
I nipped her bottom lip. “What’s that? Kiss strangers in dark hallways?”
“Yes.” The word blustered from her mouth, and I devoured that, too. “But . . . but you feel so familiar. So right. I feel like you can see me. See me for who I am. I want this.”
Guilt gripped me in an iron fist.
Lungs squeezing tight.
There was that innocence, what had hauled my ass off that stool when I’d spotted the wolf that had scented her, bastard salivating all over the girl, going in for the kill.
Couldn’t stomach it, the thought of someone touching her.
Couldn’t sit aside and watch it go down.
Fucker had been lucky I couldn’t seem to leave her side, because I’d been about five seconds from hunting him down.
Then I was the twisted fuck who’d turned around and gone for her instead.
Now here I was, pressing her against the wall like she belonged to me. My dick begging for reprieve.
“I don’t think you know what you’re saying.”
“I do . . . I do,” she whimpered, rubbing her tight body all over mine, inciting a fire that flamed and burned any good judgement into the ground.
Turned it to ash.
I let my lips travel over her jaw and tumble down her throat, both my hands holding her by the face. The girl’s head rocked back on the wall, gasping and panting for air as I devoured her sweet flesh.
The girl completely surrendered.
Shit.
This was bad. So bad.
I ripped myself back, which was a goddamn travesty in itself. “We have to get out of here. Right fucking now.”
“Okay,” she said without reservation, and shit, that ruined me, too.
Trust bubbling from her like a spring.
I set her on unsteady feet, and my hand shot out to keep her from falling when she swayed. “Are you good?”
“I need you,” was all that she said, and I gripped her by the hand and hauled her back down the hall and into the throng that had grown rowdy, the bar alive and thrumming.
Thrumming as violently as my heart.
I managed to pull her outside onto the street. Humidity clung to the night, the Savannah summer thick as it moved through the air, streetlamps hazy where they glowed through the mugginess that draped the city.
It made it hard to move.
Hard to breathe.
At least, that was what I was blaming it on and not the girl who had her hand wrapped in mine.
I lifted my free hand for the cab sitting on the opposite side of the street. It pulled from the curb, whipping around to our side. I pulled open the door, trying to keep my eyes off the curved lines of those legs as she slipped in. She angled to the side, one knee coming up, the material slipping up her thigh like a tease.
She leaned back, both palms pressed to the seat, begging me to go for her, all the while shaking and shivering with nerves, a slick of heat radiating from her skin.
Energy flashed, attraction and greed, and I clenched my teeth against the force of it.
Fuck.
She was hotter than a thousand suns.
Sweeter than an orchard of dark black cherries.
Trying to keep my cool, I slipped into the seat beside her, fighting the aggression that bottled in my chest when I saw the way the driver was looking at her through the rearview mirror.
I cleared my throat.
His attention snapped to me.
That’s right, asshole. Don’t look at the girl unless you want to lose your teeth.
With a glare that could kill, I gave him the order of where to drive. “Bohemian.”
He gave a tight nod and flipped a U, taking the half-mile drive to the upscale hotel. The whole time, jade eyes with flecks of gold watched me from where she was angled on the seat, her breaths filling the air with cherries and sweet and desire.
Could smell it coming off her, could feel it as she rubbed her thighs together. A fresh round of lust went pounding through my body, hammering my heart into mayhem, and I was desperately searching around inside myself for one moral bone.