One Dirty Night

Pulling me into him, Nick didn’t stop until my breasts pressed against his chest, and his other hand came up to cup my cheek.

Soft.

Sweet.

A lie.

Slinking his fingers into my hair, he fisted my chestnut strands, holding me firm.

I tried to tame my breathing, but it was utterly impossible as I stared into his dangerously hungry eyes, noticing the greed—the ravenous, violent hunger that I always mistook for scorn.

“We do this, and we never speak about it again,” he whispered. His voice resembling a beast with brimstone in his heart and sizzling coals in his throat. “It stays here. In this place. Agreed?”

My head nodded on its own accord.

My body in charge instead of my mind.

I couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t move.

I yielded to him in every way possible.

His fingers tugged my hair, sending a wash of pinpricks down my back. “Answer me.”

He bent his head, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip.

I licked my own in synchronisation, all too ready to feel his mouth on mine.

“We do this, and then it’s over,” he grunted.

But what if this is just the beginning?

The way my heart plummeted in his hold.

The way my entire body wanted to kneel for him.

The power he already had over me.

It was horrifying, consuming…addictive.

It was enough to shake me out of my stupor and nod. “Agreed.” Not because he demanded a reply but because I had the frantic need to cling to some form of sanity. If he wanted to treat this night as a dream where we woke up tomorrow and pretended it wasn’t real, then…so be it.

It would be better than it becoming a nightmare we couldn’t escape from.

With a groan, Nick pushed me hard, slamming me against the closed door behind me. My back crashed against it. My breath catching. My lips parting.

“Tonight, you belong to me,” he snarled, just as his mouth collided with mine.

I gasped as he kissed me with every bit of pent-up arousal he’d kept hidden for eight long months. He didn’t ease into it. No soft peck. No questioning lick. He kissed me as if he aimed to rip out all my air and replace it with him. His breath. His taste. His need.

He crushed me against the door. His hands sweeping up to my cheeks, holding me captive as his tongue tore past my lips and drank me.

My knees threatened to give out.

I’d never been kissed so possessively. Even Hunter hadn’t consumed me like this when he’d kissed me on the street. Nick let go of the leashes trapping him and embraced every urge he’d been hiding from.

He groaned as I opened for him.