“Yeah, I’ve picked that up about you.”
My eyes practically popped out of their sockets. “Picked up what about me?”
“That you like to tell men like it is.”
“I do not! You just have this way of pushing my buttons. I feel like it’s you, not me.”
His lips twitched. “Sugar, if I knew which buttons I was pushing, I’d push them some more. I never said I didn’t like the way you told me how it was.”
I snatched my bag off the bar. I needed a moment to get my thoughts under control. In the space of seconds, I’d switched from wanting him to wanting to smack him to wanting him again. My mind needed a break from the whiplash. I took a step away from the bar and said, “I’ll have another cosmo.”
Without waiting for his response, I headed in the direction of the ladies’ room. I’d almost made it there when a hand slid around my waist, and I was pushed up against the wall in the dark hallway. A hard body pressed against mine as the hand around my waist slid down to settle on my ass and warm breath whispered across my cheek. “My cock likes that attitude of yours. Surprised the fuck outta me, but I can’t deny I want more of it.”
The proof of his statement ground against me, sparking need all over me. Every inch of my skin blazed with desire. I gripped his shirt with both hands and found his eyes. “You and I weren’t made for each other, Hyde.”
“I’m not saying we were.”
My body went to war with my mind. It fought me kicking and screaming, desperate for what was on offer, but I didn’t want to surrender. “So what’s the point of starting something?”
He pushed his cock harder against me. “I came here against better judgement tonight. Nitro told me you’d be here and I came because I couldn’t, for the fucking life of me, get you out of my head. I want my hands on those curves of yours and my dick as far inside you as you can take it.”
I’d never dated a guy or even been with one who spoke as filthy to me as Hyde did, but everything he’d just said did it for me. Especially the bit about my curves. Hell, at this point he could probably start bossing me around, and I’d do whatever he said.
I gripped his shirt harder, pulling it, and him, even closer. “Does that dirty talk always work for you?”
The determined glint in his eyes caused another explosion of need in me. “Can’t say I’ve ever used it before, sugar. Never wanted to fuck a woman who argued with me like you do.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. I wanted to say yes, so badly, but something held me back. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
He bent his head so he could trail kisses along my collarbone. My skin sizzled with heat where his lips touched it. I struggled with the urge to curl my fingers in his hair and hold his head in place. When he was done, he lifted his face and rasped, “Give me one night. I’ll show you what you’re missing with those vibrators.”
I could do one night. Truth be told, I could do with one night of real cock. It had been a long time between drinks. But first I needed to know if he could kiss. There was no point going home with a man who didn’t know his way around a set of lips.
I let go of his shirt and reached for the back of his neck. Pulling his face down to mine, my mouth found his. I moaned as his tongue slid inside and he took charge. I knew instantly that Hyde knew his way around a kiss. I also knew that he was going to rock my world. Every part of me fell under his spell as he consumed me. There was no turning back from this.
By the time we were done with the kiss, he’d run his hands over my ass and then up my body to my breasts before finally taking hold of my face. He came up for air and growled, “I hope to fucking God that’s a yes.”
I smiled. “That’s a yes, tiger. Now get me the hell out of here and show me what you can do with that cock of yours.”
Chapter 16
Hyde
My dick was hard as fuck by the time I got Monroe back to her place. Half of it was due to her efforts at fighting me over this. I was conflicted. I wanted to slam her onto her back and fuck the hell out of her, but there was just something about the way she attempted to run the show that turned me on. I decided to let her think she had a say in it for a little while longer.
As soon as we made it through her front door, she’d grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. I’d briefly taken in the colour explosion of artwork, pillows, and other shit in there before she distracted me with a hand to my dick.
Biting her bottom lip, she smiled seductively at me and said, “I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve been imagining this cock since that night you rescued me from my front yard.”
I undid the belt from around her waist. “What kinds of things have you been imagining, sugar?”
Her hips drew my eyes. I couldn’t fucking drag my gaze from them. Monroe had an hourglass figure—the kind that gave a man something to hold onto while he pounded into her.
She flicked the button on my jeans and slid the zip down. Reaching into my pants, she wrapped her hand around my dick. With her eyes firmly on mine, she slowly stroked it, her movements very deliberate. “I’ve been thinking about how it would feel in my hand. How it would taste if I ran my tongue along it, licking the tip and sucking it slowly, my tongue making circles around the tip. Over and fucking over. And I thought about how much I want to take this cock into my mouth and deepthroat you.” She brought her face close to mine so she could whisper in my ear, “The thought of your dick hitting my throat gets me so fucking wet.”
I groaned, not sure how much longer I would last if she kept this sexy shit up. She had a dirty fucking mouth on her. I made a mental note to make sure I gave her that opportunity one day. She could suck my dick to the back of her throat any fucking time she wanted.
Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pulled her head back so I could dip my mouth to her neck. She moaned, and I growled, “You like a little rough play?”
She kept stroking my dick. “I’m all about the rough play, tiger. I’m hoping you can bring it.”
I pulled her hair harder as I nudged her legs apart with my knee. With one hand holding her hair, I reached my other hand to the bottom of her dress. That fucking dress should be made illegal. It hugged every curve of hers and was a fucking hazard to my health.
Her dress was too fitted for what I wanted, so I let go of her hair and gripped the bottom of the dress with both hands. A moment later, I had it off her, and she stood almost naked in front of me.
Dropping my gaze to her tits, I said, “Fuck, red, I don’t even know where to start.” Cupping her tits, I bent my face to them and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Jesus, I loved tits that were more than a handful, and Monroe had that. Her tits were a gift from fucking God as far as I was concerned. I could dedicate a whole session to them.