5

“Because it’s not hard for you to get their attention. I get it. You’re hot and—”

Instinctively, Bryce pressed his finger on her soft red lips to stop her from talking. He felt the softness and the wetness against his skin, and he had to swallow hard to hold the temptation of replacing his finger with his lips to feel and taste if what he thought earlier was right.

“That’s not what I mean.” He was assuming a lot, but their attractions didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. It went both ways.

“It’s alright, Bryce. I’ll call a cab.”

His heart sunk to see the disappointment in her eyes.

What she didn’t know was how hard it was for Bryce to control the urge, and it took all his strength, his willpower, and self-control not to press her against the truck.

The thought of them sweating, panting, and screaming their names as they reached the high level of ecstasy in the hotel room had the fire simmered inside him with so much anticipation. And these desperate and mortifying needs he kept locked for a while were ready to explode within seconds like molten lava in a dormant volcano.

Before she could take another step, Bryce’s brain short-circuited.

“Fuck it.” Growling, he held her hips and cupped the back of her head.

The last thing he saw was the wide brown eyes in surprise before he slammed his lips against hers and took the gasp into his mouth.

Jesus Christ!

His pulse pounded wildly in his ears that he thought his head would burst—in a damn good way. His lust was consuming him.

Charleigh kissed him back, the same urge as his. She dove her fingers into his hair and grabbed a handful while gripping his bulging bicep to steady herself.

A slip of her moan urged him to press Charleigh against his truck. It was not definitely him—he never did like this before. For a fraction of a moment, he felt wild, but somehow it amused him how their chemistry was ruining his humanity—it was like a cosmic joke, but Bryce was certainly beginning to like it.

His impatient hand spread to her ass, gently squeezing the round globe down her bare thigh. As if on cue, Charleigh instantly lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“Oh God,” Charleigh murmured against their mouths as he pressed his impressive bulge between her thighs.

She grounded her hips shamelessly, finding the right spot that made her lose her mind.

His world just spun wildly out of his control as he was afraid his cock would break against his zipper. He grabbed her hands and pinned them against the window of his truck. He was not this reckless, but he followed his gut and couldn’t care less at this moment.

She felt so good he couldn’t stop suckling her mouth and wouldn’t dare stop.

He broke the kiss, ran his lips down her chin, and licked her earlobe, causing her to shiver. Then he sucked her neck. His desire for her was so overwhelming that he didn’t care to mark her, brand he, and make her his.

He was definitely losing his mind.

Moaning, Charleigh threw her head carelessly against the window with a thud, giving her full access to Bryce. His mouth was merciless as he willingly sucked the swell of her breast that had been taunting him since she showed up earlier.

“God, woman.” He growled as she shuddered.

Suppressing his outlandish sadistic tendency, he stopped, still breathing heavily. His lungs burned, and his hard cock throbbed in his pants. He wanted a release, but this was not the right place.

Charleigh might be a stranger, but she was a decent woman, and she didn’t deserve to be fucked in the alley.

He helped her to her feet. Dissatisfaction plastered over her face, and he had to look away from the guilt and regret.

“I should go.” He wanted to punch himself for putting the disappointment in the woman’s face, but he had to put his big boy pants together.

“Yeah.”

“Let me send you to the hotel.”

“No need. I’m staying at the Inn. Thanks for inviting me for a drink.”

“Charleigh.”

“I understand, Bryce. These things between us happen so fast.”

He faced her, cupped her head, and lifted her chin after planting a kiss on her forehead. “I wanna see you again, and I can’t just take you right here, right now. I want—”

“I’ll be gone before you even realize. And I don’t do relationships.”

Bryce swallowed the lump forming in his throat. “Me too, but I still wanna see you again. So, just please, let me send you to the Inn. That’s every decent man should do.”

She caught her lip between her teeth, not saying a word.

“You knew that we’re both on the same page, Charleigh,” he added.

“I have a job to do, and I need to focus on it.”

“So do I.”

“Great. Indeed, we’re on the same page on this one.”

“Certainly.”