just flesh and bones and nerves. I make money with it, and I have fun with it. And if you’re going to stand here and judge me, you can turn your sexy-as-hell ass around and go home.”
The air charges between us and I stop breathing. “You think I’m sexy.”
“You’re an idiot.” She moves to push past me.
I grab her elbow and pull her back to face me. “I don’t like you.”
She juts up her chin. “I don’t like you either.”
“You fascinate me.” I reach out and rake both hands through her hair, pulling it off her shoulders and face to fist it at the back of her head. “And you’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”
Her lips part, breath catches. “Mason . . .”
That voice . . . This time it’s heavy with something that makes my blood pound in my veins. “You’re gonna break me.” I tilt my head and crash my lips to hers. She opens to me without hesitation, welcoming the intrusion of my tongue into her hot, slick mouth.
We moan in unison, as if we’d both been holding back and are finally reveling in the release. Her hands grasp at my arms, my biceps, and then pull at my shirt to bring me closer. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, then the top one, and walk her back until her ass hits her car.
I rip my lips from hers, running them along her jaw to her neck. The light salt from her skin mixes with the rich smell of her hair, and my eyes roll back at the sensory overload. “God, you taste good.”
She holds my head to her neck. “Please, don’t stop.”
I flex my hips, grinding into her body, desperate for the friction on my aching dick. I want to get lost in the feel of her naked body against mine, the warmth of her legs wrapped around me while she whimpers in ecstasy. If I could bathe in her scent, let it wash over me and wear it like skin, I would.
But this is her. What she does and how she gets through life. She’s a master of seduction, and holy fuck is she mastering me now.
I slide one hand from her hair and down her body, palming her breast over her shirt. Full and round, it fits perfectly in my hand, and her hardened nipple rakes against my thumb.
“So perfect.”
“Yeah, well, they better be.” She drops her head back, and I nip and lick at her pulse point. “I paid a fortune for them.”
I pull back and meet her heated stare, eyelids dropped low, and lips parted and pink from my kiss. “They’re fake?”
She shrugs one shoulder. “Is that a problem for you?”
I bring my other hand down and cup both her breasts, groaning at the feel of their weight in my hands. “No, they’re gorgeous.” A small grin ticks against my lips. “They feel really good.”
She looks down at my hands on her boobs, and I almost laugh at the awkwardness of it all that for some reason doesn’t feel that awkward. “I had an excellent plastic surgeon.”
“Huh.” I squeeze her breasts, and we both burst into laughter. “Sorry.” I drop my hands and do a quick readjusting of my shorts to alleviate the discomfort.
“No need to be sorry. I’m not ashamed that I have breast implants.”
I shove my hands into my pockets, my palms raging to be pressed back into the softness of her chest. “Occupational necessity I suppose.”
She shakes her head and smooths her hair tangled by my hands. “Necessity? No, but you’re right, being well-endowed doesn’t hurt in my business.”
I push down the reminder of what she does for a living. Feeling brave, I reach and tuck a swirled purple-platinum lock behind her ear. “I like your hair.”
A tiny blush hits her cheeks. “Thanks.” She ducks her chin. “I get bored, so I’m always changing it.” She runs her teeth along her bottom lip, eyes darting to the door. “Listen, um . . . do you still want to come inside?”
Fuck if this shy side of her isn’t getting me hotter.
“I thought you weren’t stupid enough to invite in a psychopath.” I lift an eyebrow.
“I’ll take my chances.”
Silence builds between us for a few seconds before she clears her throat and grabs her purse from the ground where she’d dropped it. “Come on. I want to show you something.”
Trix
This is stupid. I shouldn’t invite him in. His presence alone takes up all the space in my head and