He held her gaze, every second making her breathe harder, and at the same time, making it harder to breathe. Those dark eyes weren’t windows to his soul—they only worked one way, drinking her in as they slid leisurely to her mouth, lingering there so long she had to squeeze her thighs together to dull the ache he caused. His gaze coasted lower, openly watching her breasts rise and fall, unapologetically visually devouring her. Why was that such a turn-on? Her knees weakened, and just when she was sure they’d give out, he met her gaze. The wickedness flickering in his eyes made her body burn with want. Her fingers curled with the urge to touch him, to dig her nails into his shoulders and climb him like a tree.

Just as his stare became too potent to resist, he said, “I’m not the guy for you, and you sure as hell aren’t the girl for me, but if that offer for fun is still on the table, I want in.”

She didn’t hesitate. “I want you in, too.”

He stepped closer, and her back hit the building. “You sure about that, Blue Eyes? You asked a lot of questions for a girl who isn’t looking for something deeper.”

“It got you kissing me, didn’t it?” she challenged, because she wasn’t going to tell him that she didn’t have a lot of practice picking up guys for one-night stands. “I might not be looking for a relationship, but I wasn’t going to just blurt out, Hey, you want to get down and dirty?”

A slow smile crept into place, and “Hell yes,” barely left his lips before his mouth came down over hers in a merciless kiss. His hard body pinned her against the building, unleashing the desires she’d been holding back for days. She went up on her toes, holding on to his broad shoulders for leverage. He grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her higher, her legs circling his thick waist as they ate at each other’s mouths like starving castaways. When he tore his mouth away, a needy sound escaped.

“See how easy that was?” he said huskily, and squeezed her ass. “You drive your Vespa in this sexy skirt?”

“It’s a skort, but I do wear skirts and dresses when I drive my Vespa.”

“Good to know.” He set her on her feet. “Let’s go see how that skort looks on my floor.”