Trouble - Tia Louise Page 0,4

flowers?” Spencer’s deep voice breaks my reverie.

Lowering my chin, I exhale a smile. “Disney?” His brow furrows, and I continue. “I always loved watching those old parades, the Rose Bowl and Mardi Gras. Then my mom took me to Epcot once, and when I saw all the gardens, I realized people actually did this for a living. I couldn’t believe it.”

The slightest grin lifts the corner of his mouth, and my bottom lip slides between my teeth. Spencer Carrollton is not a nice man. He’s an asshole my cousin also playfully refers to as Lucifer, which is a more fitting description from what I can tell at this point.

Naturally, I’m wildly attracted to him.

“Well, I can’t speak to your work as a waitress,” He leans against the balcony railing, crossing his arms. “But your skill as a florist is quite masterful.”

I blink a few times, fighting a grin.

His brows lower, and his frown returns so fast. Mercurial. “What?”

“The way you talk.”

“What about it?”

“Do you always speak like you’re reading from an encyclopedia?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He straightens as if I’ve offended him.

“Your skill as an artist is quite masterful.” I imitate his voice in an affected, snooty-nasally way.

“I sound nothing like that.”

I can’t resist. “I sound nothing like that.”

“Stop it.”

“Stop it.”

His eyes flash with fire, and I wonder if I make him hostile and horny too. I press my lips together hard, but a laugh snorts through my nose anyway.

Yep, I’m definitely a little drunk.

He places both hands on the balcony rail on either side of me, caging me against his chest. “Don’t mock me, Joselyn.” His nostrils flare and his voice is low with a bit of a snarl.

He might be Lucifer, but I’m a witch. “Or what?”

The salt air stills around us. Everything stills, as if our chemistry has created a bubble just for us. The party noise is gone, and it’s him and me and electricity and this moment. His eyes darken and flicker to my lips as if he’s trying to decide.

I’m not.

I reach out and thread my fingers in the dark waves touching the back of his collar. His hair is soft, but his lips are softer. As soon as I press mine to his, he takes charge, pushing my mouth open and sliding his tongue inside.

My knees melt. One large hand moves to my lower back, palm flat, radiating heat through the thin silk of my dress as he pulls me closer. His other hand grasps my face, two fingers against my cheek, his thumb under my chin, tilting my head so he can kiss me deeper.

The way he kisses me… It’s like being devoured, yet savored. He slides his tongue along mine like he’s tasting delicious fruit. He’s minty and luscious, parting my lips with his and guiding them. My eyes roll back, and my panties drench when I feel his erection against my stomach.

I exhale a moan, one hand still threaded in the back of his hair while the other grips his coat tighter, pulling him closer. Devour me…

This. Is. Insane.

The hand on my back slides lower, gripping the silk of my skirt, drawing it higher until his fingers slide against the bare skin of my ass.

“You are so gorgeous.” It’s a low growl rumbling in his throat as his lips move to my jaw. “I have a room in this hotel. Let me fuck you all night.”

Fuck me.

All night.

Yes.

No.

God, what am I doing?

I struggle through the fog, the heat of what he’s doing to me, the gnawing ache between my thighs I know for certain he can satisfy. I’m breathing fast, my breasts rising and falling, and I flatten my palm against his chest and step away from the inferno of us.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.” My chin drops, and I don’t meet his eyes. “I have a boyfriend.”

“Dump him.”

“I can’t do that.”

He studies me, not smiling. He’s gorgeous in this moonlight, hazel eyes full of lust, lips even fuller, pinker from consuming me. Fuck me all night…

He doesn’t move, and I’m sure he’s waiting to see what I’ll do next.

I know what I’ll do next.

I’m doing it. “Goodnight, Spencer.”

I turn on my heel, ready to run all the way home. I might be stubborn and impulsive, but I always do the right thing. No wickedly handsome CEO will change that. No matter how fantastic of a kisser he is. No matter how much I want what he could do to me. No matter how much of a douche my