Page 20 of One Week With You
“You’ve never been this angry at me before. Tell me why,” I insisted, stepping closer.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
Silence.
When she looked up at me, all I could think about was how close she was, how beautiful she looked, how much I wanted her to be mine. It must’ve shown on my face somehow, in the way I inhaled or maybe it was the step closer, right up into her personal space. I’d never know what gave me away. All my focus remained on the widening of her eyes, the flit of her gaze to my mouth, the way her tongue licked at her lips like an invitation, a silent request I couldn’t deny.
Our mouths collided.
A roughened groan left my throat as Talia curled her tongue against mine.Finally.I grabbed her face, my fingers a hard bite against her cheek, harder than I’d ever imagined, but I couldn’t help that fierceness if I tried. Desperation burned in my chest as I moved her head exactly how I wanted it, a better angle for our mismatched heights, and licked into the shuddery gasp that bled from Talia’s mouth.
If she wanted to be handled, I’d fucking handle her.
My other hand inched down her spine, learning the path of all that bared skin, still warm despite the cold, and clutched greedily at the delicious swell of her ass, more than a handful. More than two handfuls. I was an ass man and Talia’s filled out her skirts and jeans in a way that made me want to pray on my knees as if I did that sort of thing. Maybe bite down on my fist instead of the bite I’d like to print into one fleshy cheek, and not the ones on her face.
Fuck.
Instead, I squeezed again and again, couldn’t get enough, and Talia wrenched me closer, something mindless in the way she moved. Part of me had always been concerned she wouldn’t be able to deal with me or the roughness I couldn’t hide, too much sunshine for my shadows, but here she was, matching my every move, wreaking havoc inside my suit jacket. She clutched at my sides, my belt, then around to my ass, like she couldn’t make up her mind where to start, what to brand first.
Everywhere. Touch me everywhere. It doesn’t matter. It never did.
I’d take anything.
Everything.
Just don’t fucking stop.
Somehow, I managed to tear my mouth away, a thread away from losing my damn mind. I smoothed one hand down her body, rubbing the hem of her dress between finger and thumb.
“Talia,” I breathed out, shaking my head slowly. “What am I going to do with you?”
Breathless, Talia took a few seconds to answer, and I held still waiting for her response, for the moment we changed everything. If we hadn’t done that already. She’d either give me the green light or tell me to get fucked. I was on the edge – a knife’s edge, a cliff, I wasn’t sure. The edge of something.
Something real.
Her eyes glittered in the low light. “You tell me.”
Biting back my roar of triumph, I gathered the silky material high enough to slide my hand underneath, electrified by the touch of all that smooth skin in a place I’d only ever seen from afar, alwayslook, but don’t touch. An overload of wanting, years of it, flooded my senses as I brushed my fingers back and forth, and Talia made a throaty sound that screamedmore, I need more.
The world darkened.
Nothing else existed but this moment, this woman, right here and now.
I grazed my knuckles higher up her thigh, slowly, drawing out the tease because I liked that, and the way it made her shiver, until I met the edge of her underwear. I followed the elastic path all the way back until it reached between the cheeks of her ass all bare for the taking.
“You wore this to drive me out of my goddamn mind tonight, didn’t you?”
“No,” she breathed out, eyes glued to my mouth. “I – ”
I grabbed the thong and tugged it to one side. How I resisted the urge to tear it off her, I didn’t know. My restraint felt as taut as an elastic band and any minute now…Snap.
“Admit it,” I demanded, loving the shiver that rolled through her limbs.
“I dress for me.” Talia rocked her hips, trying to force my fingers lower. “Anything else is a bonus.”
“Liar,” I whispered, bringing our lips together in another frantic kiss. For a second, a lifetime, we were nothing but a breathy mess of grunts and groans.
