Page 18 of Wickedly Yours

By the end of the night, the bar was empty, and I had learned little more than I’d known at the beginning of the night. His favorite color—was black, he didn’t have a great relationship with his dad, he’d never had a pet (though I supposed that wasn’tthatbig of a surprise), and I suspected he was very out of touch with the modern world.

“I’m glad you came back,” I admitted instead of asking another question.

“Me too,” he murmured, interlacing our fingers and kissing my knuckles.

Last call was announced, and instead of staying until the bartenders kicked us out, he tugged me to my feet and headed to the door. Leaving the bar behind, we headed out into the darkness of the night.

I’d forgotten how tall he was. It was easy to forget, sitting side by side with him on the bar stools, but he had to be almost six and a half feet tall. Compared to my measly five-foot-five, he was practically a giant. I thought about the other night, how when he’d stood at his full height, I’d barely hit his shoulder.

“You’resotall,” I murmured into his back, hearing his chuckle. “It should be illegal. Freaking giant.” My hand flew over my mouth.Shit. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

A deep chuckle came from the man in front of me.

Then we were standing on the street, facing each other.

“Can I ask you something?” I blurted out, crossing my arms over my chest as if that would keep out the cold. One day, I’d remember to bring a jacket with me.

A smirk crossed his lips. “Isn’t that what you’ve been doing all night? I thought that was the whole point of our game.”

“Yes, but…” But that was different. “I just wanted to know, the other night when you came up to my apartment… Why didn’t you kiss me?” A soft murmur escaped my lips. “I wanted you to. But you didn’t.”

He brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You didn’t ask. Maybe I was trying to be a gentleman.” His lips were so close as his handsome face dipped down to meet mine. “It’s been killing me that I didn’t.”

“And if I’m asking now?” It felt like all the air had been removed from my lungs.

I wanted it. More than I’d ever wanted anyone to kiss me,ever.Couldn’t explain the heat in my body, the way this man garnered a reaction in me.

“Then stop talking and let me kiss you, woman,” he growled, his hands coming to my hips to pull me against him.

And then the rest of the world faded away.

Because his lips were on mine, and I didn’t even care if someone saw us on the street because Zain kissing me waseverything.His lips were soft, and they moved in gentle motions against mine like he was memorizing the feel of them. I knew I was.

If I never got kissed like this again, I wanted to remember every moment. He coaxed me open for him until his tongue pushed against the seam of my lips, seeking entrance.

And didn’t he know that I’d give him anything?

My hands clutched onto his shirt, needing him closer, and he must have had the same idea because he was using the hold on my hips to pull me up onto him, my legs wrapping around his waist as we continued making out like teenagers.

Right in front of the Enchanted Cauldron.

“Damn, handsome. That was one kiss.” I gasped as his erection pressed against my core and pulled away, panting roughly.Big.Wow, he wasbig.I’d assumed he was because you didn’t just have that sort of cocky confidence without being well-endowed, but… whoa.

“I think we can do better,” he said, giving me a smug smirk.

“Do you remember where my apartment is?” I asked breathlessly.

There was no way I would survive him. Not when the glint in his eye promised that he’d deliver on every promise he made to me.

A chuckle. “Of course. How could I forget?”

“Let’s go. Now.” I ordered, because if the hardness pressing against me was any sign, he wanted this as much as I did. And I was very much trying not to grind againsthim.

And then it felt like we practically teleported back to my apartment.

I handed him my keys, not wanting to relinquish my hold on him—or the way he was capturing my mouth with his—for one second to unlock the door.

“Luna,” he groaned as soon as the door was closed behind us. His hands were pressing me against his body, my legs around his waist as I rubbed against his crotch.

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