Page 16 of Wild Obsession
It felt like a business deal.The terms were agreed on, and a handshake would seal it.
When my palm hit his, he grabbed my hand and pulled—hard, fast, and with intent.
I might have been unprepared for his maneuver, but I was a fucking cop and trained for the unexpected.It was too late to prevent his move, but not too late to counter it.
Instead of pulling back, I shoved forward, catching his drunk ass completely off guard.My forearm drove into his chest, his back rammed against the door, and I pressed my full weight into him until there was nowhere left for either of us to go.
He laughed.Straight in my face.
It should have pissed me off.Breaking an agreement two seconds after making it, then laughing about it?Drunk or not, I should have opened the door and pushed him out.
Instead, I laughed too.
He was a shameless bastard.
Somehow, he read my laughter as permission.His fist closed in the hair I’d let grow too long, and he dragged my mouth to his.
My pulse spiked.The laughter died.
He might’ve been drunk, but his kiss wasn’t sloppy or aggressive.
His mouth softened under mine, the demanding grip in my hair turning to something more desperate, and the in-your-face version of him I’d been dealing with all night disappeared.
Instantly, I turned from prey to predator.
The arm I’d used as a barrier to block him became a solid band, coiling around him.Instead of pushing him away, I caged him in.Flicking my tongue across his lips, I forced his mouth open.Forced entrance.Forced compliance.
I took what I wanted with a conviction I hadn’t felt in years.He gave in without a fight, a low groan vibrating through him as I grazed his lip with my teeth, his hand sliding inside my jacket to pull at my shirt.
But something about the desperation in his touch made me freeze.It reminded me too much of the last time I’d kissed a near stranger—in a bathroom, against a door.
And I already knew how that ended.
