The Skull King_ Skull #1 - Penelope Sky Page 0,15

with messy hair and smeared makeup, she had a special quality that could set the world on fire. She was confident, sassy, and smooth all at the same time.

“I’m making conversation.”

“No. You’re prying.”

If I really wanted to pry, I would run her license plate. But if her husband was as smart as I thought he was, he would have registered the cars under an alias so no one could trace the vehicles back to his name or address. “Why did you marry him in the first place?” Why did a gorgeous woman like her feel pressured to settle with a man she cared so little about? A man who couldn’t make her come?

She stepped closer to me and ran her hand up my hard chest. She watched her fingers inch slowly upward until they came into contact with the edge of my jaw. Her fingers felt the smooth skin of my recently shaved face and the rugged bones that made up my profile. Her eyes followed her movements, her lips slightly parted like she wanted me all over again. “I don’t want to talk about my husband. I want to enjoy these last seconds thinking only about you.” Her fingers trailed down my jaw, my neck, and then to my chest once more. “I had a great time tonight. I’ll be thinking about this evening a lot when I’m alone…” She spoke the truth without shame, invigorated by the fact she would never see me again. She didn’t censor the words coming out of her mouth because they didn’t matter.

“This doesn’t have to be the last time.” My hands circled her waist, and I pulled her close to me, feeling her tits against my chest. My face hovered above hers, my lips anxious for another kiss.

“Yes, it does.” Her arms rested on mine, and she felt the strength of my biceps with her fingertips. “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”

“Don’t worry about me.” My hand slid into the back of her hair. “It’s him you should be worried about. He could walk in on us, and I would keep going. That little bitch doesn’t scare me.” I stared into her vibrant eyes and saw the same arousal I’d witnessed in the bedroom. She wanted me bad, wanted me even more now than she had before.

Her eyes trailed down to my lips. “I won’t be calling you again, Balto. So, this is goodbye.”

I’d never had a woman voluntarily walk away from me. And I’d never wanted to chase a woman either. I wanted to change her mind, but I had too much pride for that. All I could do was hope that her pussy would ache so much that she would give in again. “If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.” My fingers moved to her neck, and I kissed her softly on the mouth, my fingertips aware of her rising pulse. It started off slow and gentle, and now it picked up speed as our kiss continued.

It was just the two of us on the sidewalk, and not a single passerby emerged. It seemed like the world was empty with the exception of the two of us. The goodbye kiss was long and slow, as if neither one of us wanted it to end. Neither one of us wanted to go back to our beds alone.

She moved closer into me and gripped my biceps, her breath coming out shaky and soft. Her lips trembled against me like she wanted me more than she could stand. Her fingernails teased me, reminded me of the way she’d clawed my back when I was on top of her. She was an incredible kisser, her emotions clear and obvious. She wore her feelings on her sleeve, showed her desire with every move she made. She was an innately passionate woman stuck in a passionless marriage.

She pulled away first. “Bye, Balto.” With regret in her eyes, she turned away and slowly dragged her touch away from my arm. She kept the contact for as long as she could before the distance was too great.

She didn’t look at me again as she fished out her keys and got inside the car.

I stood with my hands in the pockets of my jeans and watched her drive off. Her taillights entranced me until she turned right and was no longer visible. I had all the resources and the power to find out exactly who she was if that was