Page 18 of Run From Me

“Information is not all you’re good for, Sparky.”

Of course, I didn’t exactly know what her other skills were, but I was willing to sign up to find out.

Her eyes were glassy, telling me the alcohol was hitting her. Maybe I should ask how much she’d had to drink. What had I missed in the few seconds my eyes weren’t on her? But I never got the chance.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and practically jumped up to press her lips against mine.

“Show me, Xander. Show me I am worth more than just information. Show me I’m worth sticking around for.”

Fuck me if I didn’t do as she asked. I leaned into her, keeping her waist wrapped within my arms. No logic passed through my mind as I let her take the lead.

She tasted sweet, like some fruity drink, and yet there was the addictive flavor beneath it that was all her. I didn’t pull away because I was powerless. I should have been able to break this because the one thing I could always count on was my self-control. If not that, than my rage.

Until her.

The lines blurred with her.

My lips danced with hers. I pressed my tongue against hers, playing and tasting and devouring. It was like I had been seeking her my entire life and hadn’t known it until she found me.

I loved the way her mouth was hungry against mine. My cock strained as she pressed her pelvis against me. Or maybe that was me pulling her tighter. I wanted to know what it was to have this body pressed against mine. I wanted to memorize the way every beautiful inch of this woman fit me like a little puzzle piece that wouldn’t fit anywhere else.

I was addicted.

My lungs threatened to explode from lack of air, and I came up just to dive right back in and drown in her.

I needed another fix. I claimed her lips again, losing myself to her. The hem of the dress danced under my fingertips, and suddenly I was more than aware of just how short this thing was.

Subconsciously, I added the intolerable length of this dress to my fuel against her. She would regret this choice later.

I pulled us further into the darkness and took advantage of the short length, slipping my fingers beneath. No one could see us here, but I still shifted us, moving her body so it was hidden behind mine. My cock was so hard, and the moment she moaned against my mouth, I swear I nearly lost it. I should be a better man than I’d ever been in my life—but I wasn’t.

I loved the soft skin of her hip as I slid my hand around and grabbed her ass. The bare flesh should have set off warning bells in my mind, but instead, I let myself enjoy the way her body fit in my hand. I wanted to hear her moan again. I broke the kiss and trailed my tongue over her chin, along her jawline, nipping at her earlobe, and then kissing her neck as I shifted my free hand and slid it down her back, around her hip, and under the dress that had ridden up so high there was no point in her even wearing it right now.

Every inch of her body seemed to respond and beg for more. She pressed into my touch until I slid my hand down to the junction of her thighs.

I should stop.

I’d slept with plenty of women as I fucked the information from their lips, but Calliope? She burned so deep inside me that I was no longer sure my soul was well and truly dead, buried deep in hell, because she had me feeling.

With feeling, though, came weakness.

Something to lose.

Something to fear.

I couldn’t lose.

I pulled away from her, breaking whatever hold she had on me. I yanked down the skirt of her dress and stepped away.

The look in her eyes was clouded, but there was something else there. Hatred.

Neither of us could breathe right, but in that hatred, I found my control. I could deal with hatred. I fucking lived for how many people I could piss off.

“I’ll take you home.”

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