Page 7 of Kiss of Deceit
But when his hand came up and grasped my chin, I stayed still. Because his touch was jolting sensations through my body that made me feel alive. There was no clouding of my past chasing away the good, and I didn’t want it to stop.
“How serious were you about never coming back here?” he asked gruffly
“Deadly,” I choked out when he brushed his thumb across my jaw. “I don’t need to deal with arrogant assholes.”
He scoffed. “I make it a habit not to get involved with the interns who come here.”
“Interns?” I asked in surprise. “This has happened before?”
“They bring people in every year. A lot of locals don’t like it.”
“And that includes you?”
“Yes. They only bring drama and trouble.” He paused. “Like a pretty woman who looks innocent until she breaks into my business to try and steal.”
“I wasn’t?—”
“But you?” he cut me off as if he needed to get this out before he changed his mind. “I couldn’t keep my fucking eyes off you. So, if you really never plan on walking back in here, then one time wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
“One time what?” I asked, even though the sexual tension was smothering.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” he said sharply. “The only time life brightened your eyes was when I riled you up about the drink. Tell me you want nothing to do with me, and I’ll walk back out the fucking door.”
His hand dropped from my chin, and I licked my lips, considering his words. The rational part of my brain was demanding to leave. To keep myself safe. But my feet wouldn’t move. My heart wouldn’t stop pattering. He was making me feel, and even if he was a dick, I couldn’t make myself move away from him. What was one time in the dark? Come morning, I could act like it never happened.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed the front of his shirt, fisting the cotton and pulling him down. The reaction was immediate, his hand going to the back of my neck as my lips crashed against his. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip before he pushed it inside my mouth, taking control of the kiss. His taste was intoxicating, and my tongue clashed with his as I leaned against him.
He smelled like leather and fresh cologne, a scent that would stay rooted in my memory. His hand left my neck, and he grabbed my ass, lifting me until my legs wrapped around his waist. He walked forward, dropping me on top of the freezer, still kissing me the entire time. It was rough. Frenzied. The strokes of his tongue never-ending as he leaned over me until I was practically laying on the lid of the freezer.
He ripped his mouth from mine, dragging kisses down my throat as he unbuttoned my jeans. In one strong tug, he had myjeans and panties around my knees. The cool air hit my exposed skin, knocking some sense into me, and I nearly stopped it all. Until his hand slipped under my sweater and bra, his fingers teasing my nipple. Jolts of pleasure went straight to my pussy, and I breathed out a moan.
He continued to roll and tug at my nipples until I was writhing, then he reached down and pulled my jeans and panties off the rest of the way. His fingertips brushed my thigh before touching my clit. I sucked in a breath, his touch conflicting me. I squirmed on the freezer when he began rubbing my clit.
This was the first time a man had touched me in more than three years. I wondered if that was something I should mention to him. But when he pushed two fingers inside my pussy, any words I had were lost.
“So wet,” he groaned out, dropping to his knees. “You might think I’m an asshole, but I have a feeling I’m also the reason why you’re soaked.”
“Don’t take it to heart,” I snarked between breaths. “This isn’t happening again.”
His answer was to attack my clit with his tongue, and I cried out, my palms pressing against the freezer as he licked and sucked. He kept two fingers inside me, curling them until my back arched, the pleasure nearly overwhelming. He coaxed me to the brink, and right when I was about to go over the edge, he abruptly stopped, pulling his mouth from me.
“What are you doing?” I protested, leaning up on my elbows.
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered in a low voice, plunging his fingers back into me.
Nerves sliced through my pleasure, the back of my neck heating where the cigarette burns were. The scars had faded over the years but were still very noticeable. The scar on my stomach was impossible to miss, but it was too dark in here for him to see. Although if he touched the right place, he’d be able to feel it.
“Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath, grabbing the hem of my sweater and tugging it over my head. I unclipped my bra, taking that off too. For once, I didn’t want to think. Or worry. I wanted to drown in pleasure, and this man was the first to draw it out of me in years.
Once I was completely naked, he grabbed my hips, lifting me off the freezer. A shiver rolled through me when he pushed me against the stocked metal shelf before he fell back to his knees. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, keeping a hold on my waist to keep me in place.
“I want you to play with your nipples,” he murmured, his hot breath hitting my clit. “Don’t stop until I make you come.”
I bit my lip, brushing my fingers over my nipples as he circled his tongue around my clit. His strokes became faster, making my legs tremble. My heart leaped out of my chest when a new noise caught my attention, and I realized it was someone trying to come inside the pantry when there was a loud knock at the door. I hadn’t seen him lock the door, but I was grateful he had.
“Kole, why is the door locked?” a feminine voice yelled through the air. “Are you in there?”
I didn’t have a chance to think about learning his name when he let go of one of my hips, replacing his fingers with his lips. I covered my mouth with my hand as he fingered me, trying to keep quiet.
