Page 7 of Undercover
He shrugged, making his big shoulders look bigger. “No,” he said. “Just taking a walk.”
Right. So convincing. “Taking a walk behind that tree in the same park I’m in?”
Was that a slight flush along his cheekbones? Hard to tell in the sunset light. “It’s a public park.” He took a step forward, and I fell back two. “And I wasn’t behind the tree.”
“Yes you were!” My voice rose, and I took another step.
He followed me, and I stumbled one more step—and my back hit the side of the small building with a jarring thud.
Fuck. Nowhere else to go, and Hot, Menacing Dude kept advancing, until he stopped less than three feet from me. Close enough to reach out and touch.
Close enough for him to reach out and kill me.
“So maybe I followed you,” he said slowly, his dark eyes fixed on my face. I couldn’t tear my own gaze away. He had me pinned against the wall and he hadn’t even touched me. His voice dipped even lower, to a rasp that I felt all the way down my spine. “Maybe I wanted to get to know you.”
Oh,fuck. My cock hardened, pressing against the fly of my too-tight jeans. If he’d followed me and hidden behind a tree because he wanted to accost me in the park and fuck in a bush or something, well…that was creepy as hell. Better than wanting to mug me or kill me, although I guessed they weren’t mutually exclusive.
Creepy. But. Yeah, my cock hadn’t gotten that memo. And my racing heart and heaving lungs didn’t seem to understand that their state of excitement didn’t mean anything good. Goddamn autonomic responses. Only mine seemed to have bypassedflightby backing me into a wall, skipped the wholefightthing by not even knowing how, and shot straight intofuck, which wasn’t in most of the scientific literature but maybe should’ve been.
Hot Maybe-Creepy Dude had looked rough around the edges but no worse than that in the quiet, respectable atmosphere of Vino and Veritas. Here in the park, with twilight creeping in and casting everything in shades of lavender and reddish shadow, he looked menacing as hell: bigger, scruffier, more dangerous.
I swallowed hard, not missing how his eyes flicked down to my throat for a second, and finally found my voice. “What do you want?” I’d tried for challenging, but it came out husky and a little plaintive. Like I’d really said something more like,Looking for a good time?
He took another step, putting him squarely into my personal space. I caught a faint thread of the scent of him, leather and man, just like I’d imagined. Oh God.
“I’m kind of new in town,” he said, still staring right into my eyes. I pressed my hands back against the side of the building, concrete rough beneath my sweaty palms. “Where does a guy go to have fun in Burlington, anyway? You kind of look like you’d know.”
He looked down, pointedly doing a sweep of me from my purple Chucks, up my skinny legs, over my chest—lingering there for a second; could he see the outline of my right nipple piercing through my shirt?—and back up to my ear piercings and multicolored hair. He landed right back on my eyes again. His own seemed wider and darker. Dilated. Yeah, he liked what he’d seen.
Fuck it. Maybe there was something wrong with me—okay, I knew there was something wrong with me. I always went for the wrong guys, and this was wronger than usual.
But fuck it, seriously. I’d never been cornered in a park by a guy who looked like he could break me in half, and maybe I’d been missing out. Not like I could get away if I wanted to.
And I really, really didn’t want to.
Because my cock had only gotten harder, and as I licked my lips, Hot Stalker Dude’s eyesdefinitelywent wide.
On impulse, because if I’d thought about it I never would’ve, I reached out and grabbed him by the front of his jacket, tugging as hard as I could. I’d taken him off guard, and he stumbled forward, landing against me, his bulk pressing me into the wall. He felt like a wall himself, hard and huge, but warm and perfect…and he had enough height on me that all I could see was the stubbled curve of his jaw.
“We could have fun right here,” I said, as seductively as I could. And I tipped my head up and went for a kiss.
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His soft lips brushed mine, and my brain stuttered to a halt like a stalled-out engine.Probably a drug dealer, said the voice of reason, promptly drowned out by his soft moan as he flicked his tongue against my mouth.
Fuck, I could do anything. I had him pressed up against the wall, his slim body trapped. I could kiss him, shove his legs apart and rut between them, get myself off, feel him squirm and shiver, hear him groan or whimper when I made him come.
I pulled away, wrenching my jacket out of his hands, his lips clinging to mine for a second, a tease that went straight to my cock.
I wanted to shove him up against the wall and shake the truth out of him, and then fuck him so hard he screamed. And that pissed me off more than anything else about this fucked-up situation.
Instead, I forced myself to take a step back. And then one more, because he’d fallen back against the wall, his fingers digging into the concrete again, his lips already pink and a little swollen, his eyes wide and dilated. Blue, and gray, and green. Not just one, but all of them at once, like a cloudy sky reflecting off the ocean.
Knowing what color his eyes were didn’t satisfy me as much as I’d thought it would. They shouldn’t be that goddamn pretty.
His chest rose and fell too quickly under that ridiculously thin t-shirt, and…fuck, was that anipple piercing?
