Page 4 of Wicked Love

She pinched her lips together, her cheeks turning a shade darker. “Those pecs you have are hard. I love hard body parts. It means you work them out well.”

I coughed in surprise. “You love hard body parts?”

She bobbed her head. “Always. I’m telling you. Don’t you agree?”

I gazed at the spot where her tits pressed against my chest. “Well, I love soft flesh better. And anything that’s moist.”

“Oh.”

I winked. “You started it.”

“It takes two to play. Doesn’t it?” She grinned at me.

“Who said I wanted to play?”

“No need, I can tell. Wanna know a secret?” she asked, lowering her voice and bringing her mouth closer to my ear as I leaned in. Her booze-filled breath tickled the shell of my ear. “I think we’re getting along just fine. Do you think I’m pretty?”

I swallowed. “Yeah, you are.”

The air between us was charged with awareness.

“Then you and I, we should kiss,” the girl, still in my arms, announced, keeping her voice low. “I think it’s a great idea.”

“You do?” Why were her words sending surges of heat through me? If this girl thought I was a troublemaker, then she hadn’t looked at herself in the mirror in a long fucking-ass time. From the full juicy lips to the rack she sported and the way she batted her eyelashes like it was her full-time job, she had sex written all over her features. Wild nights and filthy dreams. There was no way I could ever stay indifferent to her. No matter how hard I tried.

“Yes.” She licked her lips, her eyes never faltering. “Don’t you?”

I could imagine ten different things those lips could do right now, and none of them were G-rated.

I did my best to stay still and not show how desperate I was for a taste of her. “I think you’re too drunk and need to switch to water.”

“Well, you—”

“Joe.”

“Well, Joe. I need a break from my life tonight. I got exiled from the only life I’d ever known against my will, and a booze-induced night is good for me. It makes me happy and relaxed. I wanna forget everything for a few hours.”

My senses were on high alert. “Have you been like kidnapped or something?” Fuck, in what fucked-up situation had I landed in? Could she really be in danger, or was she joking? My brain was a mushy mess, and thinking clearly was harder than it should have been.

“Me? Nah.” She glided her jaw back and forth. “If you think about it, in some way, kidnapping sounds about right, though.”

“Stop messing with me. Is someone hurting you? Or making you do stuff you’re not comfortable with? Be honest.”

Something flashed in her gaze, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. It was just an expression. I’m in no physical danger.”

Why did I sense a but? Perhaps I was too wasted right now to really analyze her facial features, and I read her wrong. “You would tell me if you were in trouble?”

“Joe, you are the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.” She kissed my cheek, her lips lingering on my flesh longer than needed. My body awoke at the contact. The girl never answered the question, and I decided to let it go. For now.

“I’m not known for being sweet.”

“Oh. And what are you known for?”

“It’s a secret. And for you to find out.”

“You’re funny. My mother decided to pack her stuff and move across the country in the name of true love or her definition of it. I came here with her. End of story. I didn’t really have a say in that.”

“Your mother? How old are you?”