Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

I hold out my hand to her without saying a word. I’m not going to let her push what just happened under the rug. I’m not going to let her push me away.

She folds her arms across her chest. I love her fight, but despite her behavior, I can see in her eyes that she wants to touch my hand again.

“Come with me.”

She glances down at my hand but doesn’t budge. “Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

Her breathing quickens as she looks into my eyes and realizes what I want. That I’m not through with her yet. I’m not sure I’ll ever be through with her.

“I…”

“I want you, Victoria. Once was not enough.”

I can’t see her heart beating wildly in her chest, but I know it is. Her body is flushed, her breathing is fast, and I now know what my body does to her. The same that hers does to me. And I’m not going to spend the rest of the day with her without being able to touch her.

“We don’t have time for whatever your deranged mind is thinking.”

I lick my lips and watch as her eyes intensely hold their gaze on my lips. She might think she is hiding her feelings well, but I can read her like an open book.

“So, time is the problem?”

She nods slowly.

I pull out my phone and dial my assistant. “Ruby, I need you to get me and Victoria new clothes. Work professional and have them delivered to my hotel room in thirty minutes.” I hang up the phone. “Clothes are taken care of.”

She swallows hard, realizing that I’m going to win.

“Anything else I need to take care of for you to ensure that we have plenty of time?”

“We don’t have time to have sex again. We both need to shower and get ready.” She straightens the clothes she is wearing, fighting her grip on her blouse, trying to keep it closed so that I can’t see even an inch of her skin.

I hold my hand out again. “Then, we will shower together.”

She stares into my eyes and then places her soft hand into mine.

I grab her hand and pull her up from the bed until she is pressed against my body.

“What did you do to me?” she whispers.

I smirk. “I’m making you want me more than you hate me.”

I grab her face and kiss her. Hard. This is what she needs to remember how badly she wants me.

Her tongue immediately pushes into my mouth, her hands grab the nape of my neck, and she moans when I stop the kiss.

“That’s all you’ve got?” she teases.

“How did I never notice you before?”

I tuck her messy hair behind her ear even though it’s about to get even messier.

“Because you’re an idiot.”

I grin and grab her hand again. I lead her into the bathroom, hoping to God the shower is big enough to hold both of us.

It is.