“Angel, I understand what you’re saying. I would never make you chase me,” I tell her. If anything, I’m trying to make sure she doesn’t run from me. God only knows what I’d do when I caught her. “But you need to be very clear if you let me over that line. I can’t come back. I’m no angel.”

“You know, Marco, I’ve gotten more than a few things wrong about you over the years, but I get the sense I’m not wrong about one thing. Nobody makes you do anything.” True, except she’s the exception. She could wrap me around her finger and get me to do anything to have her.

“You were wrong.”

“I, ah—”

I cut her off. “You do know what I need.”

I let go. I plow right over that line. My hands sink into her hair as I claim her mouth in a kiss. My angel parts her lips, and the gates of heaven swing open, allowing me access.

I don’t belong here, but I dare someone to try and pull me from it. I’d drag them right to hell with me.

8

Eve

Marco’s hand in my hair tightens as he pulls my head back to deepen the kiss. I don’t know why for a second I thought him gripping my hair would be painful. That it could have a bite to it that I know I’ve read about in romance books.

Some girls enjoy the spanking and rough play. To each their own, but it has never been my style. With how big Marco is, I’d done the same stupid thing once again thinking I knew how he’d be. That his hold would be too rough, his kiss hard, but that is not what this is.

His mouth is gentle but firm against mine. The tug on my hair is the perfect amount that it doesn’t hurt; it only reminds me who is in control. He’s going to give me what I need one way or another.

Somehow, he maintains control of the kiss as one of his hands slips from my hair so he can wrap his arm around me. He pulls me up to sit on the kitchen counter, stepping between my legs to spread them wide. My dress rides up so only my panties and his slacks separate us. Marco’s erection presses into my clit.

I moan into his mouth as he rocks against me, giving me friction where I need it the most. My whole body is on fire. I’ve been having small fantasies about Marco in my mind for years. From the first time I spotted him in town, I’ve been crushing on a watered-down version that isn’t even close to what he truly is. The man is so much more than I ever could’ve imagined.

“Marco.” I gasp for air when his mouth pulls from mine, but it doesn’t leave my body. It travels across my jaw and over to my ear.

“Going to taste you.” There it is. The line I invited him past. It’s not a question, and damn does that turn me on because I’m into it. I’m into him.