East End (Hear No Evil Trilogy #1) - Nana Malone Page 0,37
against me and sit fucking still. And I need you to stop biting that bottom lip, because if you do it again, I will kiss you."
The thing about dares was that I’d never met one I could turn down. I wasn't impulsive, I just didn't like to be told what to do. I didn't want to be controlled. I didn't want anyone manipulating me. I could do what I wanted with my body.
And, okay, fine, it was involuntary.
I tried to keep still, I did. But it was as if my subconscious knew what I wanted or was determined to rebel against his command. Either way, I lifted my hips, and he groaned. And then his lips were on mine, his tongue sliding along the seam of my lips, and I gasped. That simple gasp gave him access, and his tongue delved into my mouth and licked against mine as his hips ground into me.
And instead of shoving him off of me, my hands, my traitorous hands went into his hair and locked him into place. And fuck, what the hell was wrong with me? He was the enemy. And he was clearly up to no good, and God, he tasted so goddamn good. He tasted like champagne and poor decisions and fun and sunshine, and God, I could kiss him forever.
There was a low mewling sound. Off in the distance. Was it in the distance? No, that was me.
His moan answered mine as he rolled me on top. I gasped. Because that was a better position, and I could move my hips just how I needed.
His hands fisted in my hair as he dragged his lips from mine. "That's it. Move how you want."
"What are we doing?"
"I have no fucking idea, but don't stop."
Not that I could. Because this man… He was everything I didn't want. He was everything dangerous. He was a criminal, and I was an Interpol agent, and I could not stay away from him if I tried. Obviously, I was mentally deficient. That was the only answer. But that did not stop me from leaning forward again at his insistence. But he stopped me just before our lips connected, and his gaze met mine. A dark ring showed around his irises now, his pupils dilated. But I knew what he was doing, he was asking my permission. He was waiting for me to pull back, to push him away, to tell him to stop, to tell him to unhook us so I could leave with whatever information he'd stolen. But instead of doing all of those things, I leaned in. I kissed him.
Because you're a fool.
And then it was teeth and tongue and lips and moaning and groaning, and his hand was on my ass, squeezing and cupping me, rocking me against his erection. And I couldn't stop. I moaned low, and he grunted. He tore his lips from mine and traced kisses against my jaw. "You're so fucking hot. Just like that. Keep moving."
And then… Splash. Ice cold on my back. And it shocked me. I blinked and turned away from him. "What the hell?"
He blinked in surprise as well. And then, his lips turned into a grin and he laughed. More splashing.
Oh God, it was raining. What the fuck? No, not rain, sprinklers.
I tried to detach from him, but again, the ripping sound of my dress stopped me.
"Fuck."
He rolled me over so that he was above me once again, protecting me from most of the splatter. And he rocked his hips again.
I should be fighting this, fighting him, but I'd been so close and…
"You worried someone's going to find you? All wet and rumpled?"
The right answer was yes. Yes, worried. Yes, concerned. Yes, couldn't go back to the party. Yes, what did you steal?
But my response was a shake of my head.
"That's my good girl. You like the idea we could get caught, don't you?"
Was that true? I’d never once cared for anything public before. Outside of simple pecks and handholding in public, I'd never been with anyone who was particularly affectionate in public. This wasn't affection though. This was raw, hungry; this was something else.
His hands still fisted in my hair, he rubbed his nose against mine, his lips barely a whisper. "You like being dirty with me, don't you?"
"I don't like you at all."
"I know. I don't like you either." And then he rocked his hips again.