Bulldog - Hope Ford Page 0,7

who I am.”

She’s stubborn, and she lifts her chin at me, almost defiantly. I try to stop the smirk on my face, and I hide it, barely. Without even blinking, she says, “I’m here because I want to be. I’m here because I want to have a good time. It’s one night and then I go back to my world. There won’t be anything more between us than whatever happens here tonight.”

The glint in her eyes tells me that she believes what she’s saying. So she’s giving me one night. That’s it. That’s all she wants from me. Fine. Challenge accepted. Now I only need to prove her wrong, because after one taste, I know this is going to be more.

6

Kate

He looks like he may argue with me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he lifts me off his lap, and I panic for a minute. Is he pushing me out the door? That’s the exact opposite of what I want. I mean, I just told him I wanted a one-night stand. Isn’t that what most men would dream of hearing?

I start to turn, but he stops me. “Take your clothes off for me.”

I cross my arms on my chest. “You sure are bossy.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s the army in me.”

“You were in the army? I should have guessed that.” He does have that air about him. He’s disciplined and in control.

“Yes, now take your clothes off.”

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I reach for the light switch, but he stands up to stop me. “No, lights on. Like you said, if it’s one night, I want it all. I want to touch and taste every crevice of your body and I need the lights to do that.”

I shiver at his words. I already know what he can do with that tongue and the thought of it on me has me literally shaking as I stand here and take in his words. I could walk out of here. That’s what I should do, and a part of me wants to. I know I look different than the women he is usually with. I saw the woman at the bar earlier rubbing his arm and practically begging for him. But I don’t move. The fire in his eyes is like a dare to me and the way my body trembles and aches with just him looking at me reminds me that I’m not going anywhere. I want this. I need this.

My skirt is still bunched around my hips, and I unzip it, kicking off my shoes and then sliding the material down my legs. I don’t look at him, because if he’s disappointed I don’t want to see it. I look at a nail on the wall and focus on it. I finish undressing, pulling my shirt over my head and then letting my hands fall to my sides, thankful that I put on the prettiest bra and panties I have.

He’s so quiet and doesn’t say a word. He moves, taking a step toward me, and my body jerks a little like he’s an electric force pulling me in. But still I don’t look at him. I can’t.

His hands come out, and his finger touches one of my hard nipples. I bite my lip, but I still don’t look at him.

His other hand slides down my shoulder and arm, and then he grabs on to my hand. He pulls me toward him and places my hand over the huge bulge in the front of his pants. As soon as I touch him, he groans, and my eyes snap to his.

He smiles, but almost painfully. “That got your attention. Why won’t you look at me? Wishing I was someone else?”

I search his eyes and see the muscles in his cheek flex. Is he for real?

I shake my head and then ask him the same. “No. You wishing I was someone else?”

He then shakes his head. “No. I haven’t thought of another woman since you walked into the Ride or Die. You’re the one I want.”

Instinctively, I move closer to him and grip his hard package more firmly in my hand. “I’ll give you that. You’re a smooth talker.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to talk anymore. I want to taste you.”

“And I want to see you now,” I tell him, releasing him and tugging at his shirt. He doesn’t stop me. I pull it up and he holds his arms up to let me pull it over his head.