Page 30 of Trust Me
She glares at me, and this is the first time I’ve ever thought a woman’s glare is cute. No, fuck cute. It’s sexy as hell. My hand finds its way to her neck, and I begin stroking my thumb over the vein that bulges slightly.
Riley sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth, and I watch the move with rapt attention.
“Your type,” she answers.
“Which is?” My mouth hovers over hers.
“Born wealthy as hell, powerful family, and good looking. You’re all spoiled.” She snorts. “I bet the day you were born your family made a huge announcement in the papers and all of that mess.”
“You think so?”
“I don’t doubt it at all.”
It must be the alcohol in my system because I find myself shaking my head and telling her, “My father didn’t know about us the day we were born.”
“We?”
“My twin sister and me. We didn’t even meet him until we were six years old.”
Her forehead wrinkles. “Why?”
“Long story.”
Her eyes move to look at something over my shoulder. When she meets my stare again, she says, “I bet he hates that he missed those first six years. I know the fe— must’ve been a surprise.”
“It worked out.”
“I answered your dare. Drink up.” She pushes a drink into my hand.
I take the shot like a pro.
“Truth or dare?” I ask after tossing the glass onto the tray of a nearby waiter.
“It’s my turn,” she insists.
“So? Truth or dare?”
“See?” She slams a hand on her hip, drawing my eyes to the curvy shape of her body. Not for the first time, I admire her long legs and my hands twitch with the desire to trail my fingertips along every inch.
“Pick one,” I order cupping her face.
“Dare.”
My lips curl into a devious smile. I run the tip of my thumb over her mouth, pulling her bottom lip so low that it makes a popping sound when I let go.
“I dare you not to run,” I say on a low growl right before I lean in and take her lips with mine.
A slight inhale notifies me of her surprise, but I don’t pull away from her or the kiss. At first, the taste of whiskey is prominent. When I swipe my tongue along the roof of her mouth, she groans. A carnal need to possess her overtakes me. My hand makes its way to the curve of her hip, and I drag our bodies together, allowing her to feel my hard-on.
Riley wraps her arms around my neck. I get lost in the kiss, consumed whole. In fact, when she pulls back, I chase her, seeking more. Usually, such a move would’ve been unconscionable. I don’t chase women, in any regard.
“Truth or dare?” she whispers against my lips.
“What do you think?”
She grins. “I dare you to show me the inside of your hotel room.”
“Suite,” I correct.