Page 25 of Regret

Jesus Christ.He was so turned on. The way her eyes bore into his, her anger beaming from those blue orbs, and the way her body was wound up so damn tight had his cock twitching and ready to get buried balls deep between her legs.

His gaze dropped to her mouth, and the only thought that raced through his mind at that moment was how those full, heart-shaped lips of hers would feel against his. Would they taste as sweet as the cherry scent he smelled every time he got close to them? Every male instinct inside him wanted to kiss them, lick them, suck them…bite them.

“Ace,” she tilted her head to the side, “why are you looking at my mouth?”

He didn’t take his eyes off her lips, he couldn’t. “Because your lips look disgusting.”Liar.

She stepped forward, her breasts pushing against his chest, and he wanted to rip that goddamn bra right off her body.

“I bet they taste disgusting too.” Her voice was soft, sultry, dripping with erotic intent.

She traced her tongue across her bottom lip and it glistened with invitation, tempting him with the need to taste the inside of her mouth. He was hardly able to control the carnal desire that pulsed down his spine, crashing against his balls. But then she swirled her tongue all around her top lip like she wanted to lick something…something he was on the verge of giving to her so damn hard.

And then he lost his shit.

Hunter grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, pushing her up against the wall. She gasped when he took both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head while pressing his body hard against hers. He was spinning out of control, and by the feral look on her face she was enjoying it, to see him come undone by her.

He reached up and placed his hand around her neck, slipping his thumb down her lips to her jaw. With a slight squeeze he lifted her chin up so that her mouth came within inches of his. It would only take one deep breath for their lips to touch, for him to finally find out what she tasted like.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to sample a woman’s mouth so badly. The urge to push his tongue down her throat, to sweep through each and every corner of her mouth was making it hard for him to think straight.

Intense blue eyes that burned with a kind of hunger that could only be sated with ecstasy stared up at him. It was only a matter of seconds before he broke one of his rules—rules he had set to protect himself.

“What’s the matter, Ace? You scared to have a taste?” She came closer, so close that her nose touched his and her sweet scent fogged all his senses. “Afraid you might like it?” Her lips lightly brushed against his, and he wasn’t sure whether feeling them was purely wishful thinking rather than really happening. “Come on, Ace. Find out if my lips taste as disgusting as they look.”

She moved her face slowly, softly brushing the tip of her nose up and down his cheek. This woman was seduction personified. Lust and sensuality seemed to just ooze from her pores, eliciting a type of sexual desire that had the power to render any man incapable of fighting it. He was sure that not even the fucking pope would be able to resist this woman and the fire that seemed to burn in her veins.

When she gently took his earlobe between her teeth, he groaned, flexing against her in search of some relief. She moaned softly into his ear. “Taste me, Ace. You know you want to.”

Yes, he fucking wanted to. What man in his right mind would not want to taste a woman like her? But he knew the situation they were currently in was already complicated enough without them fucking each other senseless.

With an immense amount of difficulty and one raging hard-on, he pushed himself away from her, needing distance between them before he did something really, really stupid.

“Let’s…I think we should get some rest.”

Scarlet pushed herself off the wall. “Aah, I was just starting to have fun.” She placed both her hands on her breasts and squeezed.

Good God, was this woman for real? He already had trouble controlling himself without her doing shit like that. To what? To torture his dick? Well, it was fucking working.

He placed his fist in front of his mouth before pointing a finger at her, wanting to tell her to just stop this shitty game of hers. But then he shut his mouth, afraid that the words, “Turn around, bend over, hold on, and take what I give you, bitch,”might come out.

He turned away from her, his mind right in the middle of a raging war with his dick. His cock desperately wanted inside that woman, while his head was listing every reason for him to keep it in his pants.

He roughed his hand through his hair, frustration ticking away in his muscles. “After we get some rest, we’re having this discussion—you and I.”

“Sorry, Ace, but I’m not planning on sticking around much longer.” Scarlet brushed past him, but he grabbed her wrist.

“Like hell you aren’t.”

She looked down at where he held her, and back up at him. “Unfortunately for you, you’re not feeding me, financing me, or fucking me. So you don’t have a say when it comes to what I do and what I don’t do.”

Hunter didn’t know if he wanted to bend her over and spank her ass in preparation for some epic fuckery, or if he just wanted to give her one hell of a spanking because she fucking deserved it and because she frustrated the crap out of him.

Tightening his hold around her wrist, he pulled her closer. “You are staying here until we have our talk. But right now, I’m not sure I can handle more of you without breaking or punching something. So I suggest we get some rest, calm the fuck down, and then talk. You got it?”

With narrowed eyes she glared at him, probably thinking about the hundred and one ways she could stab him through the eye. But he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting answers, and she was going to fucking give them to him…in the morning.

“Fine.” She conceded, tugging her wrist out of his hold before walking off. “But I’m taking the bed.” And then she plopped herself down on his bed, wiggling her ass comfortably into the mattress.

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