He grabbed her face between his hands and tilted her face up toward him.
“I should just take off,” she said.
“But you won’t.”
“I don’t know why I let you talk to me like this.”
He quirked his lips. “Don’t you? It’s called, lust, baby.”
A heated flush crept up her neck and spread across her cheeks. She tried to pull away, but he pressed his thumbs against her cheeks, and she’d be damned if she told him it hurt.
He let go of her face and pushed her against the wall of the restaurant with the length of his body. “Say it, baby.” Grabbing her by the hips, he yanked her flush against his body. “I’m common as fuckin’ dirt, and you love it.” He crushed his mouth on hers.
Her mouth opened, letting him in, tasting the smokiness of whiskey on his tongue. She moaned and ran her hands down his back as his ran under her skirt. It had been too long since they’d kissed, and she loved the wet tangle of tongues and the hard edge of his teeth on his lower lip.
He pulled away a bit and muttered, “Fuck, babe” before he pressed his mouth back on hers. Heat flared at every pulse point, burning like a wildfire when he ground against her, his dick rock hard through his jeans.
“Let’s go somewhere,” he whispered as he trailed light kisses along her jawline then down her neck. “Fuck, baby … you make me so damn hard.” His warm fingers slid to the lace edge of her panties.
At that moment, Scarlett pushed him away and scrambled away from his reach. Bewilderment skated across his face as he watched her walk away.
“What the fuck?” he gritted.
Pausing, she turned slightly and her lips turned up as she locked her gaze on his.
“Don’t ever take me for granted, baby.” Scarlett licked her lips, tossed her hair over her shoulders and walked away as every part of her body pulsed with desire.
How am I ever going to get him out of my system?