Page 81 of Sinful Desires
Her head tilted back, eyes fluttering. “I don’t fuck cowards.”
My hands came up, pinning either side of her face. My nose traced the line of her throat before my lips brushed her ear. “Cowards?”
Her hands dropped to her sides. “Men too scared to take what they want,” she breathed out.
And fuck, I wanted to.
To bend her over right here, make her scream until her voice was gone and her legs gave out, untilmyname was the only thing left in her mouth.
“Who said I’d ever wantyou?”
She slipped her hand under my vest, fingers dragging down my abs until they reached the bulge straining against my pants. We both watched as her hand cupped my cock through the fabric, slow strokes over the hard line of it.
Her lips brushed mine, just enough to burn. “Don’t you?”
Putain de merde.
Si seulement elle savait.
I dropped my mouth to hers, but she turned her face at the last second, my lips landing on her cheek, close enough to kill me.
“Anyone could walk in, Mister LeRoy,” she whispered.
My hand shot up, fingers wrapping around her throat.
“I thought the military taught you control, soldier.” Her gaze lifted to mine.
“You think this is a game?” I muttered, my thumb grazing the edge of her jaw.
She pouted. “Isn’t it?”
“You’re playing with fire,beauté.”
And maybe I was already burning. Maybe I wanted to see just how far she’d let me go before I turned to ash.
Her hands gripped my biceps, nails digging in just enough to sting. “Good. I’ve always enjoyed a good burn.” She rose toher toes, her tongue trailing slowly over my lips, a deliberate provocation.
My grip on her throat tightened. “Encore,” I said, my voice rough.
She obeyed. Tongue slick, teasing, filthy. Then teeth. She bit down on my bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth.
For a second, something in me begged to stop. To walk away. To remember who the fuck she was and what this would cost.
But it was already too late. My control wasn’t slipping.
It was gone.
“Scarlett,” I rasped. “Tell me to stop.”
She shook her head, her breath coming harder, pupils blown wide. She didn’t even flinch when my fingers flexed against her throat.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “We can’t. I’m the last fucking man you should kiss.”
“Théo?…”
“Tell me to stop, Miss Harper.”
Her hands slid up, grabbing my face with something close to desperation. Then she kissed me, hard. Our mouths crashed together, tongues meeting once, twice. Her moan vibrated straight into my blood.
