Page 79 of When Lies Unfold

’Cause she’s sure as hell not pushin’ me away.

Not only that, but this isn’t some sweet kiss. It isn’t even a hot, passionate one. It’s a goddamn battle, each of us tryin’ to best the other. Tryin’ to throw the other further off-kilter. She gives as much as she gets, and fuck if I don’t love every second of it.

With her trapped against the railin’ and my legs between hers, I reach beneath the hem of her cotton sundress. When I slide my palm up her smooth thigh, her little moan is caught by my mouth, and lust whips through my veins.

Her fingers curl, her blunt fingernails diggin’ into my pecs. Those little sounds she makes in the back of her throat have my cock throbbin’.

I tuck my fingers beneath the edge of her panties, and she arches into my touch, pullin’ a groan from me. Christ Almighty, she’s like fuckin’ kryptonite. Dippin’ my finger inside her, I encounter nothin’ but searin’ wetness.

She rolls her hips, attemptin’ to push my finger deeper inside. I break the kiss to trail my mouth along her cheek until I reach the junction where her ear meets her jaw. Placin’ a kiss there, I smile when she shivers.

My voice is a low rumble while I work my finger in and out of her. “See? You don’t wanna date Luis.”

Obstinance colors her tone even while her voice is breathless. “Maybe I prefer a man without a tiny ponytail.”

A grunt of disbelief rumbles up my throat. “That so?” There’s no fuckin’ way my hair’s a turnoff for her, and we both fuckin’ know it.

“Uh-huh. I like men who are more clean cut.”

I almost laugh ’cause none of my men could be considered “clean cut.” She doesn’t realize Luis is covered with more tattoos than me, and that’s sayin’ a lot.

“You know…” Her voice is choppy, makin’ it clear she’s aroused, but she doesn’t back down. A part of me isn’t the least bit surprised. I’d be disappointed if she did. “I like men who don’t have girly hair.”

“Mm.” I raze my teeth along her neck, over her pulse, and leisurely pump my finger in and out of her. “And here I thought you liked my girly hair.” She coats me with more wetness. “At least one part of you likes me.”

“Maybe I’m wet because I’ve been thinking of Luis.”

Red flashes in my vision. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Damn, she’s a fuckin’ firecracker. “Mmhmm. Sure.” I add another finger inside her and revel in her sharp intake of breath.

Capturin’ her earlobe between my teeth, I give it a hard suck before releasin’ it. “What if I said I was gonna get on my knees right now and eat your sweet pussy?”

She clenches around my fingers in a way that has my dick throbbin’ harder, givin’ me all the answer I need. There’s no mistakin’ the smug satisfaction in my voice. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” she protests breathlessly.

“No?” I use the pad of my thumb to toy with her clit. “So, I should stop?”

“Yes.” Her immediate response, combined with how her hands tighten their grip on me, nearly makes me laugh. She’s so damn stubborn.

“All right, then.” I pull back a fraction to peer down at her and…fuck.

Those gorgeous, heavy-lidded eyes peer up at me, that hint of stubbornness still prominent through the haze of arousal. Her parted lips are damp from our kiss, and I know without a shadow of a doubt I’d fuckin’ kill any man who dared to touch her like this.

It’s like takin’ a bullet to the chest; it hits me that hard. I’m not just pissin’ a circle around her ’cause she’s a shiny new toy I want for myself. It isn’t me testin’ her loyalty, vettin’ her honesty.

It’s ’cause Lola Arias is the first woman I’ve encountered who could potentially fit into my world. Hell, she’s already shown she fits in my daughter’s world.

I may not trust her implicitly, but one thing’s certain.

She’s the first woman in over a decade who I’ve wanted to make mine.

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