Page 21 of Riding Dirty

My lips twitch at her words. “Pretty sure I was already a prospect in this club when you were born,” I murmur.

She shrugs a shoulder, then reaches out, and I feel her hand against my stomach. My muscles jump at the touch. Then, before I realize what she’s doing—mainly because I‘m just trying to breathe and look into her eyes at the same time without completely losing every sense of control I have—I feel her fingers slip beneath my shirt and touch my abs.

My bare fucking skin.

Goddamn.

Her big hazel eyes stare into mine as she lets out a shaky breath. I slide my palm across her jaw, tangling my fingers into her hair the way I’ve been imagining since the moment I first saw her.

“I don’t think I care, Wrath.”

“Why?” I ask on a grunt.

It’s her turn to smile. She doesn’t look away, her gaze still connected to my own. Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss, at least not yet. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked someone who wasn’t a clubwhore or involved in the club in some way.

This, being here with her, is completely different for me, and to have her come on to me like this, I’m absolutely out of my comfort zone here.

“Because I’ve never wanted anyone the way I do you. I don’t understand it, but I want to.”

Aw, hell.

Control. Snapped.

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

ELODIE

I’ve never come on to someone before. I don’t even know how to do it, and that is perfectly clear to me as I fumble in front of this man. But he doesn’t act like he’s turned off in the slightest. He also doesn’t laugh at me or act as if I’m stupid in any way. In fact, he seems really into it.

Into me.

His fingers tighten in my hair, and then he tugs my head back slightly, forcing my neck to arch before his mouth touches mine. My whimper vibrates and travels up my throat, and it eventually comes out of my mouth, but it sounds so far away when it does.

When his tongue slips inside my mouth, he swirls it, tasting mine, and I can’t hold back the goose bumps that break out over my entire body. A thrill of desire slides up my spine as he breaks the kiss by nibbling, then gently tugging on my bottom lip before he releases it.

Those light-brown eyes focus on mine, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but part of me thinks he might push me away or say that we can’t do this. My heart begins to slam against my rib cage, threatening to break right through my skin and bones and leap out onto the bed between us.

It doesn’t, but it feels like it just might.

“I can’t promise you shit, babe,” he murmurs.

Wrath’s lips travel down the front of my throat until he reaches the hollow, then he sucks, and I swear my entire body melts. If I could turn into a pile of goo on the bed right now, I would.

“I don’t want promises,” I say on an exhale.

His hands leave my hair, and he grips the outsides of my bare thighs. Hol-e-shit. Wow. His fingers aren’t just strong, they are strong. I gasp the moment they grip me. He notices, and he likes that, at least I think he does, because he smirks.

God, I want to kiss his lips right now.

Then, as if he didn’t just absolutely blow my mind with his fingers on my thighs, his hands glide up beneath the T-shirt I’m wearing, and he lets out his own groan when he realizes I’m not wearing panties.

Of course, I’m not wearing panties. Because I worked in those things all day long yesterday, and they were gross. After I took a shower, I found a clean T-shirt and collapsed into this bed, my eyes closing until I heard the door squeak open.

When his fingers slip between my legs, Wrath lets out a long groan. “Fuck,” he hisses. “I can promise you one thing, Elodie.”

“What?” I ask on a hiss as his fingers begin to slide through my folds.