Her attention flitted over my face. They jumped from my eyes to my mouth and back again. She fisted my suit jacket.
“What do you want?” she demanded, turning the question on me. Her voice was a brazen, needy mix of the siren who had no issue with putting me in my place and the soft vulnerability that kept seeping through.
My tongue darted out and swept across my bottom lip.
Dying for a taste.
“Fuck it.”
Figured she was going to kill me, anyway.
My mouth came down hard on hers. At the same time, I drove my hands into ruby-red curls.
Yes. No fucking question. This was what I wanted. Every hesitation left me.
I twisted her hair tight and yanked her head back to grant better access to the pouty mouth that had starred in more than just a few of my fantasies. I needed to take more of this girl.
Because hell, if I was giving in, then I was getting it all.
“Red,” I groaned as I edged back for a second. Diving back in, my lips closed over her plump bottom lip that’d been seducing me for months.
Goddamn, she was delicious.
I tugged and sucked at it, before I turned to the top and did the same.
A hard breath left her, and tiny pricks of pain just wound me higher as she dug her nails into the back of my neck.
Tamar was short, and I found myself smiling against her mouth as she pressed up on her toes to get closer to me, just as I was pressing her into the wall. Trapping her against my dick that had been hard for her for days—for a damned year, really.
But God, it’d been unbearable since I’d tossed her out my door two days ago. I’d been desperate to keep her out when I knew full well she’d been trying to break through. Back when I’d been a big enough fool to think there was a chance we weren’t going to end up right here.
Her tongue touched mine. Tentative at first. Like maybe it’d been just as long since this girl had kissed someone as it’d been for me. Like it was foreign and too much and too little, all at the same damned time.
Then she opened more. Needing more.
Her tongue flicked against the intrusion of mine. She moaned.
Sexy as fuck.
“That’s it…show me, Red,” I coaxed at her mouth. “Show me what you’ve got.”
My dick throbbed, and I yanked her from her feet so I could get her legs around my waist. Right where they belonged. And this fucking dress…this fucking dress that’d nearly brought me to my knees when she’d come walking through the church doors and down the aisle, was bunched up over her thighs.
With her pinned to the door by my body, I spread out my hands and let them slip firmly down her sides. One single target in mind. My thumbs flicked over the hard pucker of her nipples that peaked through the thin fabric of her dress.
Shit.
“Lyrik.” It was a gasp.
I groaned through a grin. My entire body vibrated with a fresh flood of lust. “Give me a few minutes, baby, and you’re going to be screaming that name.”
I was going to make sure of it.
Shivers rocked her, and I grasped her by that ample ass before I moved lower to take her by the thighs.
I was right.
This curvy bombshell fit perfectly in my hands.
My palm moved hot over that tat of temptation. The apple and the serpent painted on the outside of her thigh.
I wondered who of us was who.
I kept kissing her because she tasted so damned good, kept grinding up against the tiny slip of silk between her thighs. Winding us up tighter than we already were.
“So good,” she murmured almost in confusion.
The inflection of her voice? I wanted to swallow it down and somehow make it a part of me. Maybe just as bad as I wanted to devour her. Just as bad as I wanted to taste and take every inch.
Shit.
I felt like a dog on the hunt that had no clue he was about to get bit.
By a tiny red viper, nonetheless.
I pressed harder against her, aching in a way I hadn’t for years.
Maybe ever.
She was hot.
So damned hot.
Her tight little body radiated heat. Skin on fire.
“Red.” That nickname floated out on the delirious, lust-inducing need she managed to work up in me.
On that one single word, we lit.
We were suddenly a blur of desperate hands and straining bodies.
Mouths and tongue and teeth.
She ripped at my suit jacket, trying to get it over my shoulders in the same second I fumbled with the knob of her door.
I couldn’t wait to get in this girl.
I wanted to be everywhere.
In her mouth.
Her *.
Her ass.
I was taking it all.
For one night, I was letting myself get mixed up in this confusing contradiction of a woman.
Fuck the consequences or the feeling or the lingering regret. Fuck all the bullshit she evoked with a mere glimpse of vulnerability.
Like this blue-eyed angel got me in a way no one could.
Because right now…right now gone were the traces of soft and the innuendos of sweet.
And this red-headed demon had been tempting me for too long.