This was a hot mess.
I put my purse on top of my car so I could fumble for my keys. Adrenaline trickled through my veins and my hands shook as I tried to find them.
Finally, my fingers curled around the cold, metal ring full of keys and keyrings.
I was yanked away from my car.
A tiny scream escaped me.
Rough hands framed my face, and all I saw before I was pushed against Dex’s truck was a flash of his bright blue eyes.
Before I could ask what he was doing, he kissed me.
His lips were soft, but his kiss was not. Rough and needy, he pinned me to the truck with his solid body as he moved his lips across mine.
A bolt of pure desire shot through me, and my keys fell to the ground. His grip on me was so tight, his body so hard, and Jesus, it felt good.
I’d all but asked for this.
His fingers teased my hair as his tongue teased the seam of my lips. I wound my fingers in the sides of his shirt and gave in. It was a battle I’d lose anyway—one I didn’t want to win. Goosebumps were prickling across my skin as our kiss deepened.
This was a mistake, one we’d both regret the second it was over. It was fueled by angry desire and pent-up frustration toward the other. It wasn’t romantic or swoony. It was raw, but it felt so damn good I didn’t even care.
It felt so damn good, I wanted more.
Dex pulled away first. When his eyes found mine, I saw the battle.
He wanted more, too.
I could feel that he wanted more, thanks to the fact his cock was pressing against my stomach.
I wanted to speak, but I couldn’t. My lips felt so swollen, like it’d lasted a lot longer than it had.
He pulled his hands away from my face and stepped back, pinching his lower lip. Bending down, he picked up my keys and handed them to me. “Since you’re going out…Would you grab me lunch, too?”
I nodded, swallowing.
“Does that taco place do take-out?”
Again, I nodded. I didn’t trust myself to speak.
“I’ll pay you back when you get back.”
This time, I got in my car. I didn’t care about that. I recognized the request for what it was, and I appreciated it.
Apart.
We needed to get away from each other, and we needed to do it now.
I started the engine and tore away from the garage before he’d even made it back inside.
Chapter Fifteen – Dex
I kicked the side of the rolling toolbox and ran my fingers through my hair.
Fuck.
Why the fuck had I done that? I should have just let her go. I had no reason to chase her except for my own selfish desire. No reason to kiss her except I wanted to.
Because she’d admitted she wanted me to.
On Saturday.
Not today. Not tomorrow. Hell, not even fucking yesterday. Not even all day Saturday. Just that one, fleeting moment when I should have damn well done it, her smart little mouth be damned.
And fuck, that woman had a fire burning inside her, and it was there when she kissed, too. She didn’t hesitate to kiss me back. Didn’t stop when she dropped her keys. Her nails had scratched across my skin when she’d grabbed my shirt, and I still had the fucking goosebumps from that.
I wanted to do it again. Wanted to feel her melt under me while I kissed her.
Which was why I sent her to the taco place. I didn’t even want them. I wasn’t hungry. I just wanted to put some space between us, because if she came back in five minutes like she normally did, I wouldn’t be able to look at her.
What the fuck was I supposed to say to her when she got back?
I wasn’t going to apologize. There was no chance in hell I’d be doing that. I couldn’t apologize for something I wasn’t sorry for.
All right—maybe I was a little sorry for slamming her against the truck, but not for kissing her.
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and drank half of it. My heart was still thumping against my ribs, and fuck if I hadn’t wanted to grab hold of her and carry her inside.
How the hell was I supposed to get rid of this rush?
That’s what it was. I’d kissed her once, and it was nothing but a rush. Like adrenaline but better. Potentially more addictive.
Potentially more dangerous.
I leaned back against the counter. There was no way a trip to that taco place would be long enough for me to get my shit together. Now I knew what it was like to kiss her…
The memory would need to be burned out of my brain. I’d need someone to take a red-hot poker to it just so I’d be able to look at her and not want to do it again.