I cupped his cheeks, trying to keep his face in place as I kissed him harder, but he yanked me back by the hair and started kissing down my neck into the cleavage of my tight dress.
With a growl, he was licking the skin there and then cupping one breast while keeping his hold on my hair painfully tight.
“You need this?” he rasped, biting the sensitive skin he’d just licked.
“Yes.” I clenched my thighs around his body.
His assault didn’t end there. He kissed every exposed inch of me, finding his way back up to my mouth in a painful crush. Nerve endings pulsed and exploded over and over again with each sensation, each touch.
He was fire.
I was ice.
“Ahem.” A throat cleared. “We’re here.”
Disappointed, I pulled back, startled to see Breaker’s hardened gaze stare past me.
“How much time do we have?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
That hard stare turned determined as he slowly pulled his hands away from me, righted my hair, wiped lipstick off his mouth, and then grabbed me by the hand. “Let’s go, we only have fifteen minutes.”
“Go?” I grabbed my purse and followed him out of the car, tugging my skirt in the process.
We sprinted up the cement cathedral stairs. I had no time to take in the massiveness of the church I grew up attending or the somber feeling that hit me in the chest, knowing that this time I was going for a reason that should never exist in the first place.
An innocent life taken.
Breaker jerked me toward the women’s restroom and shut the door behind us.
The place I’d been baptized.
The place I’d come to worship.
And now the place I would sin.
We went into the first stall, and then he was kissing me again, lifting my skirt up past my hips, and I was letting him, letting him do it, begging him for it because the only other time I’d ever done this hadn’t exactly been on my terms.
And it hadn’t been him.
His mouth moved down my neck as his teeth grazed right where my pulse went wild. My hips bucked beneath his touch as he gripped my ass and then pulled my legs up around his waist.
“You still want this?” he murmured against my mouth, his lips wet from my tongue, his breathing ragged.
“I want this.” And to prove it, I tugged his head back down and domineered that full, lush mouth of his, taking my time sucking on each lip before tasting him; there was something vaguely familiar about his kiss. Something in the deepest recess of my mind took me back to that day—that night, maybe because he’d tried to kiss away the tears.
And replace the memories.
But magic didn’t exist in our world.
And no matter how many pretty words or distracting stories he sent my way—it had still happened.
At least I gave permission.
That didn’t make it rape, right?
I had to tell myself that it didn’t, because, in the end, I was in control, right?
Right?
“What’s wrong?” Breaker broke our kiss.
Our chests heaved as I slowly looked up. My own breathing was so erratic I had to suck in another breath before I answered. “I’m fine.”
Slowly he pulled one hand from my hip and swiped it under my right eye, showing me that it was wet with a tear, which only made my eyes fill up more as he started to ease away.
“No!” I was frantic, grabbing at his jacket, then at his shoulders, then locking my legs around his hips. “Please, Breaker, please!”
His eyes were wild. “You don’t know what you’re asking—”
I kissed away whatever else he was going to say as I undid the front button of his slacks, shoving them and his briefs down in one swoop.
His forehead pressed against mine, a sigh escaped his full lips, the bow on top was slightly swollen from all my sucking, making me just want to suck it more, to feel his hot mouth pressed against mine in so many wicked, sinful ways that I was sick with him, like a poison in my blood that caused a fever I never wanted to break.
Then again, his name was Breaker, right?
“Vi—” He gasped in an agitated breath. His green eyes glinted with a crazed expression. “I think that—”
“Stop thinking, thinking is bad when you want something selfish, let me be selfish, please? Plus, I know how you look at me…”
He swallowed slowly and looked away, asking, “How’s that?”
I cupped his cheeks with my hands. “Like you want me to stay but need me to go.”
His mouth attacked mine then, earning a groan from me as he ripped off the last barrier keeping us apart, a thin thong that found itself dangling from one ankle as he braced himself at my entrance.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
It was impossible not to.
He was beautiful.
All aristocratic lines with wide full lips and eyes I could drown in.