Smug Bastard - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,57

now? Would he regret it? Tell me it was a mistake.

When his head rose, his blue eyes burned with passion. “We get back to the hotel now or I’m fucking you in this alley again.”

Desire flamed through my chest and up to my cheeks. “Race you.” I grinned before darting out toward the street, his footsteps pounding the pavement behind me.

The hotel was more than a ten-minute walk.

We made it in six.

My lids lifted, the night still coating the room in darkness, confusion on where I was stumbled my mind for a few moments until I felt warm skin brush against my ass, twisting me over onto my stomach.

Smith slept on his back, one leg bent, bumping into me, his arms tucked under his pillow, his face relaxed and peaceful, but his scars and tattoos still caused him to look dangerous and rugged.

The sheet barely covered him, making me bite my lip, the need to run my hands and tongue over every inch of him, tracing his tattoos and discovering all his scars, tingled my body. One scar I found on his lower stomach, jagged and long, had me curious about how he got it.

Crap! He was sexy as hell. And I had sex with him. Twice now.

When we got back to my room, he flung me on the bed and was between my legs in a blink. We took a little more time discovering each other, but once again need took over, and he had me screaming his name so loud it was embarrassing. It was intense and fierce, and we passed out right after.

Scarcely two hours of sleep and my body was awake and wanting more. He woke something in me. Turned me into a fiend in a second.

To all the women I judged for being obsessed with him before, the fact Angie and Kasey still claim him as their best ever, I’m sorry.

I. Get. It.

Holy shit, do I get it.

“Just wait, Kins. One day a guy is going to make you lose all sense.”

I sighed, rubbing at my head, hearing my sister’s words come back to haunt me.

Kasey.

Dammit.

There was guilt, but not enough for me to even think about stopping, which was what made me feel horrible. Kasey had been with him before, slept with him, put her claim on him.

She was my sister, and I completely betrayed her. Scouring my face, I grunted under my breath.

“Don’t.” A palm slid across my ass, trailing over my skin.

My head jerked up to him. He rolled on his side, tucking one hand under his head.

“I can see the doubt creeping in. The voices starting to whisper in your ear.” His hand caressed my ass, stopping at the top of the gap. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“My sister.”

He dipped down the crevice, halting my breath, before he dragged his fingers back up. They grazed up to my back, his brow furrowing at the scraps and cuts across my back from the brick wall. “These hurt?”

“I’m fine.” I grinned. “War wounds.”

He snorted, tracing each one.

“Your sister has no say or right on me or what you do.” He rubbed softly over my skin, his hand going back down and pausing at the old nettle wounds still marking my skin. My entire backside was a journal, reminding me of what I had done on this trip. “Was that our first night together? And I was already in trouble. You know how hard it was to have my hands on this ass and walk away?”

I knew. Though I really tried to deny it then.

“But when I walked the line…” His fingers gliding over one cheek, dipping between them like he did the first night, this time following the crevasse farther, his fingers grazing my folds. My legs instantly parted for him, feeling needy and wet. “You hadn’t stopped me.”

I hadn’t.

“Would you have let me do this?” His thumb rubbed against the hole as his finger slipped inside me. “Or this?” His thumb pushed in.

“Oh god.” My neck dropped back, the sensation blasting through me. I gasped as he forced in deeper, my nails digging into the bed as my back curved.

Another thing I had never wanted anyone touching. Reading books or hearing Sadie talk about it, I would shake my head. Not for me.

Shit, Smith was turning me into a liar.

“Funny you come across as uptight, but you aren’t at all.” He moved in closer, muttering huskily in my ear. Pumping into me, the movement dragging me over the sheets, turning every nerve