Better than any girl I’ve kissed, or touched, or held.
Then again, it’s been so long since I’ve done that, since my hook-ups have turned into quick fucks in bathroom stalls at the back of bars, that it’s possible I don’t remember.
And she melts into me so sweetly, so perfectly, I want more. More than I’ve dared ask in a fucking good while, with the rumors hounding me, my friends not believing me.
My brother not believing me. Everyone whispering behind my back, avoiding me.
Could she be the one to make me trust again?
Chapter Three
Hailey
He’s kissing me, his mouth hot and hard. Demanding. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this, with such fierceness and need.
His big, strong body pushes me into the wall, pressing every inch of himself into me. The wall of his chest is molded to my breasts, and I feel every breath he takes. His leg moves between mine and his hard-on is a hot brand against my stomach.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I should stop him, tell him to go.
But I want this. This is what I went out to do, and he’s right here, gorgeous and aroused and sexy as hell. He’s easily the most attractive man I’ve ever met, and with his jaw-length hair, dark tattoos and the rumors about him, he feels dangerous.
Too hot to handle.
Can I handle what he asks of me, what he’ll try to take from me? What sort of weird sexual acts is he into?
I’m crazy for throwing caution to the wind and getting down and dirty with him. Absolutely. One hundred percent.
I still can’t stop kissing him. He tastes good, of sexy man and spice, and I want more.
Even when he slides one hand down to the hem of my dress, pushes it up and slips his fingers into my panties. Especially then.
Oh God. The feel of his rough, hard fingers pushing into my pussy has me moaning in his mouth and ready to come.
This is crazy, and… so frigging hot. His eyes are half-closed, his hair brushing my cheek as he kisses me, as he fingers me—and I come apart with a huge shudder.
His fingers withdraw and he drags his lips across my cheek to whisper in my ear, “Was it good?”
I can’t speak, can’t draw enough air, still shaking from the pleasure, so I nod.
“You’re hot,” he breathes, then reaches down to press on the bulge in his jeans, and seeing that wrings a moan from my throat. “I wanna undress you and fuck you against the wall.”
A whimper escapes me. I swallow. “What do you expect from me, Kaden?”
He stills, his hand still on top of his hard-on, his gaze lifting to lock on mine. “What?”
“I…” I’m leaning on my wall, my dress shoved up around my hips, my panties soaked, the sexiest man ever in front of me, and I say, “You won’t ask me to do anything weird, will you?”
His mouth opens. Something dark passes behind his pale eyes. A flash of pain.
He steps back. “You believe what that fucking bastard told you at the bar? The one groping you and dragging you along with him? Really?”
I frown. “He wasn’t the only one who told me that. Marcela—”
“Marcela told you that the charges were true? Fuck.”
I frown, trying to remember. She hadn’t said that exactly, had she? She’d said the charges didn’t stick.
“Goddammit. Eva, the girl who filed the complaint? She lied.” He drags his fingers through his hair. “I’m not a fucking deviant. I’m no pervert. I don’t… fuck, I don’t fuck kids, or animals, or any of that shit, okay?”