Crushing my lips on his, I coiled my arms around his bare shoulders. My thigh bumped into him, finding the hot, solid bulge of his erection. The window echoed when he bounced my spine off of it.
Finally, I broke away and stared at the fire in his eyes. “Idiot,” I said, my smile coy. “Of course I know this stupid mark is from you. As if I could forget who shot me where and when, I was doing my best to keep the tally so I could beat you two.”
His shock melted into amusement, eyebrows knotting. “Damn it, so you were trying to rile me up.”
Had I been? The thought gave me pause, and a confusing rush of emotions. Shaking myself, I went to speak—was cut off. Kite swept his tongue over mine, erased my worries.
And I let him.
I didn't want to think about anything serious or bad. I wanted to just forget it all and be in the moment with this man who was a living razor blade. He could cut my throat and rip me to shreds, and still, I wanted him to hold me in his arms.
Hands turned me suddenly. My cheek pressed on the glass, the view stretching below me. We were high up, and it made me feel like I stood on top of the world.
Kite's hips ground into my lower back. His palms took hold of my ass, digging in fiercely—desperately. The heat of his breath burned on the nape of my neck almost as much as his words. “I've wanted to take you here, right here, since the first moment you walked through my door.”
I remembered that night; I'd been boiling with so many things. Not one of them had been fear. How could I have been scared? I was finally on the path to getting what I'd chased for so very, incredibly long.
But when I'd crossed the threshold into Kite's apartment... I hadn't expected this. He was a killer, and I had imagined a home that reflected a man who had to hide what he did—who he was.
It was nothing like I had expected.
Shuddering, I rocked my ass against him, felt him respond. Even through my jeans, his bulge was obvious. “Can anyone see us up here?” I asked.
“Why, feeling shy?” His fingers came around, popping my button and inching my zipper down.
“Not shy,” I said. “Just... it seems risky. What if someone calls the cops on us, you'd get in trouble.”
Freezing with his fingers in my empty belt loops, Kite chuckled. “Shit, you're looking out for me?”
To change the topic, I yanked my shirt fully over my head. “Forget it, I'm sure I'm not the first girl you've done this with here. If you'd gotten busted for it, you'd have said so by now.”
Kite was quiet, and that heaviness sank into my bones. I started to twist, to check his eyes for a hint of what he was thinking.
He kissed my forehead, then mixed our lips together so neither of us could say a word, so neither of us could do what we were so good at; fucking up this fucked up situation even more.
I had the sudden, most invigorating feeling that Kite didn't want to think about other girls. That was... encouraging.
I'm the one always wondering how neither of them can be jealous, but here I am, fretting over girls who aren't even involved anymore.
“Ah!” I breathed in sharply. Kite had crushed my breasts into the cold glass, his hands brushing down to the indents above my lower back. He licked the back of one ear, then nibbled his way across my shoulder blade.
One hand ducked into the front of my pants, inching them down as he stroked just outside the edge of my panties. He knew what got me hot, lavished in driving me wild. That was fine; I knew he'd give in and take me all too soon.
We were both terribly weak.
Two fingers spread, curling over to cup my * through the damp cloth. My growl was very unlady-like, but who the hell could act like a 'lady' in a situation like this?
“You're drenched,” he said, voice thick. “I need to fuck you so badly right now.” He dipped further, slid right over my slit and across my swollen clit.
I mewled, flushing with lust down my back as sweat began to form.
Kite inhaled, smelling me in the air. He said, “I bet I'll slide into you without a hint of resistance. Bet your * will spread for me and put out the red carpet like I'm a damn celebrity.”
Then, he slipped under the elastic band of my panties and rolled right over my cunt, wetness coating us both.
I just... broke. “Stop playing with me, Kite,” I hissed, arching into him and trying to grab his arm. I wanted to force him deeper or force him away so there'd be room for his cock. “Fuck me already!”
“Yes, ma'am,” he chuckled. “Guess I like seeing you squirm.”
“Fuck you,” I breathed out.
Kite ripped my jeans down, taking my panties with them. “I already said yes, no need to beg me twice.”
I was spread across the glass, my panting turning the surface foggy. This time, I wasn't able to write a name on it. I could barely spell my own, if asked.