“No clue what you’re talking about.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” She rolls her eyes. “Anyone ever tell you your nose twitches when you lie?”
God, I could punish the hell out of her right now, but I’d do it with a kiss.
I’d trace my thumb along that pout of hers before owning that smart mouth. I’d wait until she melts against me, until she completely surrenders, and then I’d walk away, leaving her with nothing but the need for more.
Talk about torture.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks. My gaze lifts from her pillowy lips to her blue eyes.
“Just thinking.”
“About what?” she asks. “Or do I even want to know …”
“You don’t want to know,” I say.
Her arms fold across her chest. “You’re thinking dirty thoughts about me. I can tell because you were staring at my mouth but you were completely zoned out.”
I’m speechless for a second.
“Told you I can read people,” she says. “Knowing body language is part of my job.”
“Fine.” My hands hook on my hips. “You want to know what I was thinking? I was thinking about what it’d be like to kiss you—but before you go jumping to conclusions, I don’t like you. Not like that. I just think you’re really fucking sexy despite the fact that you’re the biggest fucking pain in my side, and I—”
My words are silenced with a kiss.
No.
No, no, no.
This is not the way it was supposed to happen.
Her mouth is cashmere and her tongue tastes like strawberry gum. There’s a slight buckle to my knees and I don’t think I could stop kissing her if I tried.
My hand cups the underside of her jaw, my fingers threading the hair at the nape of her neck.
The silkiest moan escapes her mouth as she lifts her arms around my shoulders and presses her soft body against mine.
I run my hands along her sides, cupping her ass as we stumble backwards, into the sofa. Melrose crawls into my lap, coming up for air before returning her lips to mine. The bulge in my pants hardens as she grinds and circles her hips, and while my head is trying its best to talk me out of this, the rest of me wants to take her right here, right now because I’ve never been so fucking hard in my entire life.
“For the record, I can’t stand you,” she whispers between the ravenous kisses coming from her greedy mouth. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”
“The feeling’s more than mutual.” I tug on the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head, and she does the same for me.
There’s no stopping this train now that it’s left the station.
Unclasping her bra, I cup her soft breasts in my hands before lowering my mouth to a single pert nipple. Swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud, Melrose slips her fingers through my hair before gathering a fistful, like she’s angry at herself for wanting this.
My cock pulses and I reach for her jean shorts, unhooking the button and pushing them down her hips, dragging her lace panties with them in the process. When she returns to my lap, the scent of her sweet arousal fills my lungs, and the overwhelming urge to taste her takes over.
Changing positions, I place her on her back and lower myself between her thighs. Slipping a finger between her wet folds, her stomach caves and she releases a breathy sigh. A moment later, my tongue drags the length of her seam, tasting her sweetness as she writhes in response.
A half hour ago I’d have never dreamed this scenario into life, but here we are, against all odds.
She’s a flickering flame that I have to touch, even if I know damn well I’m going to get burned. Fires are hot and unpredictable, but sometimes a man craves that heat. Needs that heat.
I devour Melrose like she’s my last meal on earth, my palms skirting up the sides of her body, tracing her curves before stopping at her swollen breasts.
I could stay here all night, like this, her honeyed taste on my tongue, the addictive scent of her arousal filling my lungs and her body surrendering, but my cock is swelling harder by the second, and patience has never been my virtue. Rising, I grab a rubber from a coffee table drawer before unzipping my jeans.
“You sure you want to do this?” I ask before ripping the foil between my teeth.
Melrose drags her straight white teeth along her rosy red lips and offers a delirious nod. “For some insane reason … I do.”
Shoving my boxer briefs down, I sheath myself before taking a seat on the couch and reaching for her hand. Pulling her into my lap, I then cup her face, directing her mouth where I want it to go as she lowers herself onto my cock one slow inch at a time.