Page 6 of The One Night Match

His touch is rough and possessive as he positions me where he wants me. His hardness presses against my ass, and despite knowing I’m playing with fire, I grind against him, eliciting a rough groan from the man I never bothered to ask the name of.

“Careful, Kitten,” he warns.

“Or what?” I smirk, resting my head against his chest as my hips sway to the beat.

“Keep rubbing your perfect ass on me like that and I’ll make you take care of the problem you’re creating.”

I smile. There may be people all around us, but right now it feels like he and I are the only two people in the world. “Maybe I would like that.”

Every move I’ve made tonight is out of character for me, but none more than baiting a man who could likely snap me in two if he put his mind to it.

I know better than to flirt with danger, and yet here I am. Tempting a man who looks as if he’d smile as he killed someone.

The stranger bites down on the sensitive piece of skin beneath my ear, and I hiss out a breath as heat floods my core.

Holy sweet Jesus, this man.

I press my thighs together, hoping it will ease the ache, but somehow it only makes it worse.

“Is your pretty pussy wet for me, Kitten?” he breathes against my ear, grinding his hardness against me. God, he feels huge. Like, break me in half kind of huge.

And that’s with at least three layers of clothing between us.

I’m not the most experienced woman in the world.

Yes, I’ve had sex.

Yes, I’ve fooled around.

But not in years, and not with anyone who looks like he could make me come just by thinking about it.

And never with the intention of just one night.

My friends used to say I was a relationship girl, but they couldn’t have been more wrong, seeing as I’ve never been in one. Not a real one, at least.

“Do you feel how hard you have me? My cock feels like it’s about to tear its way out of my pants, all because your tight little ass is grinding all over him.”

I bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning, but it’s no use. This man, this stranger, has me so worked up I can barely breathe, let alone control my reactions to him and his filthy mouth.

His rough chuckle brushes across my shoulder. Who knew someone’s laugh could be so damn sexy?

I tip my head back, looking up into his dark eyes, and for the first time since we met, I notice the flecks of what almost looks like gold among the darkness.

God, he’s so pretty.

Or maybe that’s not the right word for the heavily tattooed god holding onto me with a bruising grip. But he is, okay?

I can’t explain it.

He lifts one of his hands from my hip and wraps it around my throat, angling my face where he wants it.

His eyes flick to mine for a moment, giving me a chance to say no, before his lips crash down on mine in a teasing caress.

Our hips still sway from side to side, but we’re barely moving compared to everyone around us. And yet, it’s like none of them even exist as his tongue traces the seam of my lips, demanding entry that I grant him without hesitation.

Honestly, who the hell wouldn’t?

This is the first and last time I’ve ever kissed someone I didn’t know. Well, I guess tomorrow I’ll do the same, except instead of the hottest kiss of my life, it’ll be to seal a marriage I have no interest in.