Sinful Love (Sinful Nights #4)

Sublime.

His heart ticked again, catching up as he swept his tongue over her lower lip. She murmured. Soft, like a purr. That sound was new from her. She’d always been quiet.

And she’d once liked lingering kisses that were like melting chocolate, like the rising sun. Their kisses had been easy and carefree. They’d turned him on, riled him up, and made him want so much more of her. They were tongues, and lips, and mouths, and heat.

But now, there were teeth.

Hers.

She pressed her teeth against his lower lip and drew it into her mouth like she was trying to suck on it, and with that, whatever wisp of apprehension she’d seemed to feel moments ago must have evaporated. His thoughts spun out of control, slipping into darker, more urgent territory. He moved his hand from her hair, held her face, and angled his mouth over hers, resuming control of the kiss and devouring her lips.

He drew the corner of her mouth into his and nipped her. Her murmurs intensified. Louder. Hotter.

She’d never been like this before, but now she demanded more. Her own hungry lips slanted over his, saying mark me.

“Oh God,” she gasped, her eyes squeezed closed. “Oh my God.”

He broke the kiss, whispering, “You okay?”

She nodded against him. “Yes. So okay.”

“Good.” He quickly moved his mouth to her jawline, kissing a trail there as he traveled along her skin. Each press brought out a tiny little growl from Annalise, a sexy sigh, a needy gasp. It made him want to rip off her clothes, push her against the wall and see how rough she liked it. He bent his head to her collarbone and grazed the exposed flesh with his teeth. Her hands shot up, roping through his hair as she moaned. Annalise was under some kind of spell, her body moving and flowing against his. She clutched his skull tighter, her nails digging in as he kissed her shoulder then returned to her mouth. That gorgeous red mouth. The lips he’d been obsessed with. The ones he’d memorized.

The lips he’d missed for so many years.

Like a persistent, aching hole in his chest, the missing had defined him. Propelled him. Given him a focus when he’d needed one. Now, the missing disintegrated, and turned into a white-hot desire to have her. To have all of her, as he’d never had before. Now. Tonight. No more goddamn waiting. He pressed his forehead to hers, and ran his thumb over her mouth. “It’s different now.”

She nodded. “Yes. But so good,” she said, breathless.

“Not good. It’s better.”

“It is,” she said, her eyes wild.

“Think everyone’s watching?”

She shook her head against him. “It’s Vegas. No one cares.”

“Do you care?” he whispered as he traced her lips, the sweetness of her breath on his fingertips.

“That you’re kissing me like crazy on the terrace of a nightclub in a hotel?”

“Yes.” He dragged his thumb along her teeth.

“No. I don’t care where we are,” she said, darting out the tip of her tongue to meet his thumb. She bit down. “I want more.”

His mouth twitched in a knowing grin. “No, you don’t care at all,” he said, then crushed his lips to hers, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissing her with everything he had. Greedy kisses that promised red, swollen lips tomorrow.

This kiss was dizzying. It was a rush of blood to the head, then everywhere else. When they were younger, they’d held back because they were sixteen and foolish romantics. They’d done plenty below the belt with hands, but hadn’t come close to going all the way. Tonight, they seemed to be charging in that direction. Good. He was no fool anymore, and he was hardly romantic. He had the distinct impression life had hardened her, too.

And that tonight she wanted hardness from him.

The sound of clinking glasses echoed from many feet away. The noise jarred him, and he pulled apart from her briefly. He swept her hair away from her face then bent his head to her ear. “Where are you staying?”

“Across the street. The Cosmopolitan,” she said, her voice like a torch song.

“Do you want to leave? With me?”

Her lips parted, and he felt her soft breath on his neck. He pulled back to look into her green eyes. In them, he saw a lust that matched his, but a fear, too.

“Yes,” she said, but in a second she shook her head. Then she nodded and said, “No.”

Opposites. Okay, maybe she didn’t want the same thing.

She sighed. “I mean…”

He pressed his finger to her lips. No way was he pushing her into this. He wanted Annalise with a fierceness he hadn’t felt in ages, but she was either in it all the way or not at all. “It’s okay. It’s good to see you.”

“Is that it? You’re just leaving?” she said, her voice angry.

He pretended to look around. “Did I say I was leaving? Did I get up to go? I’m still here.”

“I’m sorry. This is just…”

“You don’t have to explain anything.”

“I know. But I don’t want you to think I don’t want to.”