JESU-FUCKING-CRISTO.
Scraps of lace barely covered her lush tits and shaved pussy. I couldn’t even swear in one language. My dick pounding, I stared at the curve of her hips and the smooth skin on her thighs. I cut to the wet material between her legs, and my mouth fucking watered.
She was gorgeous, so damn gorgeous, but the second she dropped to her knees, she became dangerous.
I needed to walk the hell away.
But I didn’t.
A challenging sass mouth in public and a submissive in private, all wrapped up in a strong-as-fuck curvy woman with hazel eyes that destroyed my mission objective. God was taunting me, and I didn’t give a single fuck.
I stalked toward her.
My boots inches from her knees, I stopped and did what I never should’ve done with someone like her. I barked out an order. “Stand up.”
Small, delicate hands hit the floor and she gracefully leveraged herself up to her full height.
In bare feet, the top of her head barely brushed my pecs. “Look at me,” I demanded.
She lifted her head, and when her sexy eyes met mine, she licked her lips.
Madre de Dios.
Nothing came out of her smart mouth.
Not one goddamn word.
“You know what you’re doing?” She couldn’t possibly. Not with me.
“Yes.”
No game in her tone, she didn’t reply with an ounce of sarcasm, and that was more alarming than anything she’d ever said to me. I’d wanted this woman for far too long. This wasn’t a fuck and release. That first kiss in my condo was burned in my brain, and I wanted so goddamn much more. But I didn’t trust a single thing about her.
I dragged a finger across her jaw. “I’m not playing games, chica.” She was going to commit to fighting, or put her fucking clothes back on.
Her throat moved with a swallow, and a hint of defiance crept into her voice. “I don’t want to talk.”
That right there was why I wasn’t playing her fucking game. If she couldn’t commit to saving her own ass, she wasn’t going to give me shit. We both knew she was fucked five ways from Sunday, and her background made her a liability even I didn’t know how to mitigate. She was a hot fucking mess, and I’d never wanted anything more in my life. But if we were doing this, it was gonna be my way or no way.
“Good.” I waited for a reaction but got none. Her actions were loud and clear a minute ago. I knew exactly what she was saying when she’d dropped to her knees, but I wasn’t fucking trusting it. “I don’t trust words, chica.”
“I don’t trust, period.”
I ran my finger down her throat and over her collarbone, purposely not acknowledging her statement.
She shivered.
I dropped my voice. “Walk back three steps.”
Doing exactly as I told her, her back hit the wall.
My hands landed on either side of her head and my mouth went to her ear. “You’re going to trust me.”
Goose bumps raced up her neck. “Maybe.”
“You are or you aren’t. Simple choice.” And weighted as fuck, because her answer would determine my next move.
She reached for the hem of my shirt. “I’m done talking.”
No, she fucking wasn’t. “You touch me right now, this stops,” I warned.
She paused midlift of my shirt, then she dropped her hands back to her sides. “You said we didn’t have a lot of time.”
“I said we were on a schedule.” She wanted to get dirty, I’d make the fucking time, but not before we talked about this.
“Same difference.”
I smiled at her defiance and moved my mouth to just under her ear. “Trust, chica. You giving it to me?”
Her shoulders dropped with an exhale. “Define trust.”
I picked a seemingly random question. “What’s your middle name?”
“I don’t have one. Decima was my only name. It was first, last and middle, and all River Ranch.”
I hated the answer as much as I wanted to pump my fucking fist in victory. Only her trust in me would have made her answer like that. “You undressed for me?”
“You know I did.”
I ignored the taste of petulance in her tone. “You got on your knees for me?”
She hesitated. “I made a statement.”
“I saw.” I waited.
She didn’t fill the silence.
I liked that more than I should. “You ever do that for another man?”
Her pulse pounded in her neck, but she didn’t answer.
I clarified. “I don’t mean in your past.”
She didn’t hesitate. “No.”
“Good.” I brushed my lips against the pulse point in her neck. “You gave me honesty. Now I’m gonna give it back. You ready to know why I want your trust?”
Her arms still at her sides, her fists clenched. “Put your hands on me or stop fucking teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing you.” I was fucking torturing myself. “I want something.”
“What?” Irritation snapped the pronunciation of her t.
“Commitment.”
She froze.
Then she moved like a fucking tornado.
Her hands hit my chest, she pushed me the fuck back, and she bolted.
Forgetting this morning, I spun and caught her in one stride. Then all hell broke loose.
Her back arched, her head whipped back, and she kicked both of my shins. An animalistic sound filled the house, and she geared up to fight.
I had two choices.
One logical. One insane.
I choose the latter.
I threw her down on the couch. Before the split second of stunned shock wore off, I was on her. I grabbed her wrists, yanked them over her head and dropped my weight on her, enough so she’d feel it.
“Who I am?” I barked.
Her head stopped midthrash, and she looked at me. Hair on her face, her eyes wild, she sucked in a breath. “Let me go,” she growled.
“WHO am I?”
“Asshole André Luna!” she yelled.
I lowered my voice. “I’m not gonna hurt you, and I’m not an asshole.”
Her chest heaving, she stopped fighting against my hold.
I loosened my grip. “If you want me, we’re gonna talk about it.” I pushed off the couch and stood over her. “But if you just wanna fuck? Find someone else.” I stepped back. “Get up. You got twenty minutes to shower.”
Slow and calculating, she got up like she had all the time in the world, but she didn’t walk toward the stairs. She didn’t even turn away.
Her movements controlled, she reached behind her back. “Just fuck?” She undid her bra. “I’m never just a fuck.” She dropped the lace to the ground.
My dick surged, but I didn’t fucking move. “I’m sure you’re not.” When she didn’t want to be.
“Then what do we have to talk about?” She eyed my cock. “You want this.” Her hand brushed over a hard nipple. “You want me.”
It took everything I had not to fuck her right then and there. “You’re gonna have to work harder than that, chica.” Because that’s what this fucking amounted to. The second I took her, she was gonna fuck more than my cock. She already had. This woman was so twisted in my head, I didn’t just want her body. I wanted something in return.
She pinched her own nipple then reached a finger out to my junk. “I don’t think I do.” She dragged her finger the length of my cock.
I didn’t stop her, but I didn’t fucking touch her either. This wasn’t the woman who’d dropped to her knees. This was the smart-mouthed vixen I wasn’t gonna let get under my skin. “You know what I find sexy, chica?”
“A wet pussy?” She stepped closer and palmed the head of my dick through my pants.
For three whole seconds, I let it happen. Then I moved. I gripped a handful of her hair with one hand and her wrist with the other. I pulled her hair so her head fell back, and I held her arm away from my body. “A woman who knows what I want.”
“Then what the fuck do you—”
“You want a piece of me?” I jerked her head back even more and stepped into her. My hips ground into hers. “Then give me something in return. I’m not playing games. You want this? Own it. You don’t get to sample. All in, or get fucking dressed.”
She stilled. “You seriously want a commitment?” She bit the word out like it was dirty as fuck.
“You heard what I said.”
“Are you insane?”
Definitely figuratively, probably clinically. She was trouble, and I didn’t have time for anything besides my business, but here I was. “I can fuck anyone I want for a night.” But I hadn’t. Not since I’d met her.
“But not me?” She looked fucking incredulous.
“No.” I dropped my hold on her.
Her hands went to her hips. “Why the hell not?”
My gut fucking constricted, and panic squeezed the air out of my lungs, but I sucked it up and laid it out like a man. “Because you’re the only woman I’ve thought about since I first fucking saw you.”