I flinch when the cool metal of his gun connects with my cheek, but it's not with fear. It’s with desire.
My lips part, and a low groan rumbles up my throat.
"Who are you?" he asks, his nose mimicking the movement of the gun on the other side of my face. Only he's soft and warm compared to the cold hardness of the metal.
"Either your worst nightmare or your perfect woman."
He pauses, his entire body going rigid, before the most incredible sound falls from him. He laughs.
"I think you might be right there, sweetheart."
"You might need to reconsider that little nickname, stranger. I'm not sweet, and I'm not entirely sure I have a heart either."
"So you're not an angel who's fallen straight from heaven for me then?" he whispers in my ear, his lips brushing the shell and sending a shiver down my spine.
"I'm pretty sure I came straight from hell."
He pulls back and his eyes flash with heat before they drop to my lips. I suck my bottom one into my mouth as I imagine once more how his might feel moving against mine, just how hard he's likely to bite.
The gun that's still resting on my cheek begins to descend, running over my jaw and down my neck. His eyes follow its movement all the way down my chest until he begins to drag the fabric down to expose my bra.
I swallow as desire threatens to consume me, my nipples pressing almost painfully against the padding of my bra. He hasn’t even touched me and I'm damn near panting for him.
"So what's it going to be, Hellion?"
A smile curls at my lips at my new name.
My chest heaves, and when he feels me swallow against his hold, his eyes lift to mine once more.
Something crackles loudly, drawing me to him even more than I was when I saw him sitting there with his gun in his hand.
Unable to resist his full lips, I lean forward, but before I manage to make contact, his hold on my throat tightens and I have no choice but to freeze.
"Make no mistake, Hellion. You might have won, but you'll never be in charge."
I hold his eyes, accepting his challenge.
He must be able to read my thoughts, because a smirk curls at his lips before he closes the space he kept between us.
"You're going to regret this," he warns, lips only a breath from mine.
"I very much doubt it. Do your worst, hotshot."
His lips slam down on mine with a force that shocks me in the best of ways. Our teeth clash and our tongues duel for dominance, but I think we both know who's going to win the fight—mainly because I want him to.
His fingers flex against my throat in warning, but it only serves to make me burn hotter for him.
The hardness of his gun drops from my chest, and a second later, a low thud fills my ears as he presses the length of his body against mine. His hand lands on my waist, his skin scorching me through my tank.
Dropping lower, he finds the bare skin of my thigh and hooks my leg around his waist, opening me up to him and ensuring that I can't miss just how into this he is right now. His hard length presses exactly where I need him, causing a low groan to rumble up my throat.
Ripping his lips from mine, he releases my throat and trails light kisses down over my sensitive skin.
"I have no idea who you are, or where you came from, but you're mine now."
"Oh God," I cry when his lips part and he sucks on my skin until it begins to burn.
My fingers twist in his hoodie, but I have no idea if it's to push him away because it hurts or to drag him closer and force him to continue.