Page 19 of The Deceptions
The grin that stretches across his face has goosebumps spreading across my flesh again.
“A ride?” He lifts a suggestive brow.
“A ride to where?” I ask as innocently as possible.
He leans in further until the warmth of his breath brushes down the skin of my throat. The smell of his cologne ignitesmy senses. Heat boils in my stomach, growing hotter and hotter until sweat trickles down my back.
Fuck.
I've never had this reaction to anyone before. Let alone a probable psycho who will eat me alive. I guess this is what I asked for, though, right?
Numbness. Forgetting. Setting me on fire. Breaking the rules.
“If you follow me, I'll show you,” he murmurs in my ear as his lips brush against my skin, lingering for far longer than necessary.
Pulling back, he watches my dazed expression with satisfaction. And then, he holds out his hand, suspending it in the air.
He's giving me a choice.
Walk away from his offer or stay and get fucked.
As his handstays suspended in the air, awaiting my answer, I know exactly what I want to do.
Fuck the consequences. Or the shame. Or whatever will follow me in the morning when I'm staring at the ceiling of the hotel.
I'm staying.
Malic leads me down a long, dark hallway—the same space Earl was led down and never returned from. I note the doors we pass: an office, another office, a supply room, a men's bathroom, and a basement door. Because despite my current predicament of temporary horniness, I’m still a government agent on a case.
Yeah, a case of getting dicked down. I wave off my pesky conscience and turn off my brain. Here’s a big, tall mistake waiting to fuck me in…. I pause when he turns the knob of the women’s bathroom at the end of the hall.Okay, then. This will be fast, dirty, and just what I need.I let him drag me inside without a fight as he checks the three separate stalls and comesto stand in front of me after he’s satisfied the room is empty. Odd for a women’s bathroom, but I shrug it off and lose myself in the intensity sparkling in his eyes. The lust glazing over the perfect blue of his irises. So perfect, I could get lost in the vastness of it.
He takes me in. All of me. From head to toe. Only stopping on the heaving of my chest, concealing the frantic beating of my heart against my ribs.
A lump forms in my throat, nearly seizing my voice.
“So?” I rasp out, aching to get this show on the road.
Without saying anything, his fingers brush against my cheek, tracing the small imperfections of burns covering my flesh. His only response is the lifting at the edge of his lips, forming a smirk that could burn the panties off any normal woman.
Including me.
For one split second, I think about running in the opposite direction. This man is dangerous. Alarm bells ring in my mind. I could go back to my bed at the hotel, use my fingers, and come to the almost hook up in a bar bathroom. But then he utters a challenge, cementing my decision.
“You won’t run from me again, will you, Little Ghost?” he murmurs, so close to my face that his breath brushes against my flesh, sending shivers up my spine.
My brows furrow in confusion at his question. “I never ran,” I say, breathlessly taking him in. Again his pupils dilate dangerously black like he’s imagining what’s to come.
Same, Malic. Same.
Wetness coats my panties as an unmistakable ache pulsates in my core.
“As long as we have that settled,” he says, reaching behind him and locking the bathroom door. Sealing my fate and separating us from the noisy bar continuing their night, none the wiser that we’re about to create something magical in the bathroom.
I don’t have time to overthink what he asked. Or even contemplate if I’m doing the right thing. The second the lock clicks into place, he’s on me and pushing me up against the bathroom sink.
The heat of his skin sets me on fire, and I nearly explode when his lips press into mine hurriedly and hard. So fucking hard, we’re nearly knocking teeth. Hands explore my body. Squeezing. Groping. Exploring places no one has touched in months. Fuck. Maybe even years.
Something crackles around us, the air thickening with every labored breath I try to suck in.
