“She knew what she was doing.”
I finally bring my lips to hers, not meaning to groan into her mouth but not being able to help myself, clearly. She uncrossesher arms and wraps them around my neck, tugging me closer. Her tongue slips into my mouth, intertwining with mine. I move my hand from her neck to place both of my palms on my car, steadying myself.
She nips a little too hard on my bottom lip. I wince and pull back, the taste of blood now lining my inner lip.
“You ever gonna learn manners?”
She ruts her hips into mine. “Why don’t you make me?”
Since the moment I laid my eyes on Denise, my patience has been wearing thin. She drives me fucking crazy and it’s my own damn fault for putting up with it. I know that any other guy would give up. Throw in the towel. Move on to someone who doesn’t play the game of push-and-pull.
And don’t get me wrong, I’ve thought about it. Wondered if maybe I was wasting my time.
But for me, spending my days to get an ounce of Denise’s attention is time well spent. So no, I can’t just walk away. Yes, I know she has the power to ruin me. To crush my heart until it’s unrecognizable. And I’ll let her. In every lifetime—if you believe in that sort of thing—I’d let her destroy me.
But tonight, I need to know that I get under her skin just as much as she does mine. That this isn’t all in my head. That Denise doesn’t just have an attitude because I’m some guy.
I want her to be acting this way because she specifically wants my attention. I need Denise to need me. So fucking bad.
Denise gasps when I flip her around and her palms slap against the side of my car as she catches herself.
I yank her skirt up so it’s now resting on her hips, giving me the view of her black lace panties and the perfect curve of her ass. I let my palm run up and down the fabric and trace over her skin.
She’s warm, even in the evening chill and for a brief second, I consider putting her in my car and driving somewhere more private. Somewhere someone can’t catch us if they happen tostep outside right now. I know that would be the rational thing to do. But rational thinking around Denise is apparently something I don’t do. Not when she looks this inviting.
Skirt hiked up. Back arching. Ass pressing against me.
And the fact that she hasn’t pushed me away. Hasn’t told me to get lost or that I’m reading into this wrong. No, she wants this. Even if she won’t admit it to herself, I know better. I can feel the way her legs shake in anticipation.
She doesn’t even seem aware that all she has to do is tell me she wants it just as much. To stop running from it. Stop putting up an internal fight with herself.
I’m already hers and she doesn’t even fucking know it.
No, she does.
I’m sure I haven’t done much to hide it.
She’s just too damn stubborn to do anything but act like a brat with such attention. Like she’s testing whether I’ll leave or not.
Too bad for her, she’s already given me a taste and I’m greedy.
I bring the palm of my hand down on her ass. The sound of the slap echoes around us and Denise’s sharp intake of breath makes me grin and do it again. Then I slide my hand up her spine to the back of her neck until I take a fistful of her hair and tug the silky strands. Just enough to bring her back to rest flat against my chest.
I use the other hand to grab her chin and force her to turn her head so she’s looking at me. Her eyes are hazy and her body shakes against mine when I kiss her.
Rough.
Filthy.
Our tongues fight for dominance but it seems like tonight, Denise is open to handing it over and I’ll happily take advantage of that. But just to be sure we’re on the same page…
“Tell me what you want, Princess.” I pull back and whisper against her ear. “You made a scene just to get my attention. What do you want to do with it?”
My hand travels down her stomach and slips under the band of her panties. She gasps when I find her clit, my finger moving in slow, torturous circles. Her hand is quick to wrap around my wrist, needing something to hold onto.
I press my finger a little harder and she jerks against my hand.
“I want—” She swallows her own moan, head now resting on my shoulder while my other hand squeezes her neck, just enough to make her words come out breathy. “Fuck—I want whatever you want. Do whatever you want to me, just don’t go back inside to her.”