“Shell, I’m sixteen years older.”
It was all or nothing.
She held up a hand. “Yes. I’m younger than you are. But I haven’t been a little girl in a long time, no matter how you see me. I’m an adult, Copper. A woman with needs and desires just like any other woman.” A sad chuckle slipped out as she gave his deliciously large, tattooed, and muscular body a once-over. “Well, maybe my desires are a little more specific than most. But—”
In the next instant, Shell was lifted under her arms, turned and smashed against the door while all the air rushed from her lungs. “Umph.” Before she had a chance to suck in, Copper’s mouth was on hers and her brain cells short-circuited.
There was no hesitation, no questioning, no second guessing. If Copper wanted to kiss her, she was going to soak up every ounce of it whether it lasted one second, one minute, or one hour.
The kiss was brutal. A fierce attack of lips, tongue, and teeth. He plunged his tongue into her mouth making her knees weak and her pussy clench as she imagined his cock thrusting into her in much the same way. All it took was the first brush of his lips against hers and she was drenched in arousal.
Copper nipped her lower lip, hard, then dove back in before she even had the presence of mind to register the sharp sting. Soft bristles tickled her cheeks and chin, enhancing the sensory delight. Her mind swirled, flooded with hormones and pleasure chemicals. Her back pressed so hard into the door, there would probably be bruises all along her spine and shoulder blades tomorrow.
Worth every mark and ache.
Despite the rough assault on her senses, Copper took care of her, as he always did. He slid his massive hands up and cupped the base of her skull. Cradling her head, he prevented it from smacking against the door as he attacked her mouth.
A thick thigh nudged her legs apart then came to rest, pressed firmly against her sex. There was no doubt in her mind that within seconds, he’d be feeling exactly how much she wanted him soaking through to his skin.
All she could do was cling to his triceps, accept what he dished out, and try to give back half as good as she got.
God, he tasted terrific. Whiskey and a hint of cigar smoke. The kiss went on and on until the need grew so strong, the pressure of his mouth was no longer enough. She rocked her pelvis, grinding her jean-covered clit into his leg.
Yes. More of that was what she needed. More pressure. She canted her hips again, and again until she was basically riding his hefty thigh.
“Jesus.” Copper tore his mouth from hers and stared down at her with wild green eyes, breathing like he’d just run the five miles from the clubhouse to her home. A slow smile curled his lips. Shell could have cheered.
He wasn’t throwing her out. He wasn’t running away.
“Helluva good first kiss, baby,” he said, all growly and smug. “Hope you burned it into your memory because it’s damn sure the last first kiss you’re gonna have.”
Surrounded by a haze of need and lust, Shell blinked. She must have heard him wrong. Whatever sex juices her brain was drowning in must be making her hallucinate. It sounded to her like Copper was claiming her.
And while being Copper’s woman was the one thing Shell wished for above all, it would never happen.
It could never happen. She’d made sure of that years ago.
But sex? Sex with the man who she’d been fantasizing about long before she even knew what fantasies were? Yeah, that could happen.
And by the look on Copper’s face, it would be happening.
Right now.
CHAPTER NINE
ONE KISS.
Sure, the lip-lock wasn’t exactly run-of-the-mill. More like a soul-devouring, tornado of sensation that left Copper needing to fuck Shell more than he’d ever needed anything in his life. But it was still one kiss.
And the entire reason he’d never let his lips anywhere near her in the past. He’d known damn well a single taste would be all it took to destroy him. He was hooked, addicted, sunk, smitten, ruined. Whatever anyone wanted to call it, now that he knew the flavor of her sweet lips, he’d die before letting her get away. She was his, and he hoped to hell she could handle all that entailed.
The floodgates were open, and water was gushing in. He lifted his thigh, grinding it into her pussy, and she gasped. Well, something was gushing, that was for sure.
“Think, Shell,” he said. One chance. He’d give her one chance to escape. If she didn’t run, fuck it. As she said, she was an adult. She could live with the consequences. “Think hard about whether you want this. I’m a fucking one percenter president, baby, not like any college boy you may have been with in the past. I’m gonna demand a lot of you.”