Where Lightning Strikes (Bleeding Stars #3)(28)

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.

The door gave and it banged open behind her. Her weight was suddenly completely in my arms. I hiked her up higher and she clung tighter.

We stumbled in, and I kicked the door shut behind us and pressed her up against the nearest wall. “Fuck…Red…I need you. I need you in a way that’s just not right. You have me so messed up.”

I yanked her back, carrying her toward the hall.

“I know…I know…I know,” she chanted, still kissing me mad, two of us banging into walls as we went.

“Oh my God…this is crazy…what am I doing…what am I doing?” she mumbled into our frantic kisses.

“Taking what we both need. Taking what’s been coming. What’s been coming since the second I walked into Charlie’s and saw you behind that bar.” I kept moving, fumbling toward the bedroom that was just like mine. “Knew then I had to have you.”

A soft light glowed from above the partition wall that didn’t come up all the way to reach the ceiling, her room sectioned off in the back.

My heart was racing. Too hard. Too wrong.

Still, I continued on, carrying her into her room and tossing her onto the center of her bed.

She bounced on it and whimpered a tight, “Lyrik.”

Shit. I liked the way that sounded. Too much.

My eyes raked over the girl who was exactly my kind of perfection. Curves and big tits and round ass. Slender little waist just right for cinching my hands around.

Her head shook slightly on her pillow, and her chest lifted and fell in tiny quakes. For a second, her expression tripped me up, jumping through so many emotions I couldn’t catch up with them. Not when I couldn’t catch up with my own.

But tonight wasn’t about deciphering. It was about giving in. About taking. About surrendering for one minute when it was clear neither of us had a day to give.

I crawled over her. My hands slid up the outside of her thighs as I went.

Her head pressed back and she whispered a moan.

Everything rushed, my blood pumping hard.

Her nimble fingers freed my already loosened tie then tore through the buttons on my shirt. Shrugging it off, I went for her neck. I kissed at the snowy flesh, her pulse alive beneath my tongue. All the while I worked the zipper down on her dress and lifted it over her head.

As soon as I did, I pushed back onto my knees and flicked the snap between her tits on her strapless bra.

It fell free.

“Shit,” I hissed, taking a good look at the girl who I’d been desperate to have for the last year. She lay there shaking in nothing but her barely there panties. “You’re the best f*cking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Ever.

Tamar always looked like a pin-up. Exactly the kind I had pinned up on my walls when I was just making that transition from boy to man. When I was just getting an idea of what I liked. Girls who were red-lipped, sassy, and full-of-steam.