Excerpt of One Night of Sin by Elle Kennedy

“I’m Skyler,” she said.

He nodded.

“Maybe you’re new to civilized society, but normally when
people introduce themselves, you reply by providing your own
name.” She arched one perfectly defined eyebrow.

“Is that right?” His lips twitched. “Well, what makes you
think I’m at all civilized, Skyler?”

That made her falter. She bit her lower lip. Tucked a strand
of hair behind her ear, and the scent of her shampoo floated
his way. She smelled like green apples. A sweet and feminine
fragrance, serving as a reminder that he shouldn’t be out
here talking to her.

“How old are you, sweetheart?” His voice came out rough.

“Well, my ID held up at the door, so I’m over twenty-one if
that’s what you’re worried about. Twenty-four, actually. In
some cultures that would make me a spinster.”

Gage swallowed a laugh. There was something truly refreshing
about her sarcasm, especially when contrasted with the flush
of her cheeks and the way she fidgeted with her hands. She
didn’t belong here. Not at this club, not even in this
neighborhood. She should be nestled between crisp white
sheets right about now, snuggled next to a wholesome man
while the two of them watched late-night talk shows before
bed.

“Go back inside,” he said gruffly. “Your date’s probably
wondering where you are.”

That made her snicker. “I doubt it. I think he wrote me off
the second he realized I wasn’t going to fuck him tonight.”

Gage’s cock jerked in his pants. Jesus. That angel mouth
wasn’t allowed to say things like that. Not in front of him,
a man whose inner devil could be summoned at the drop of a
hat.

“Go back inside,” he repeated.

“Why? You don’t like talking to me?” Hands planted on her
slim hips, she moved closer, a pensive look on her face.

He shrugged. “I don’t like talking, period.”

“Huh. So what do you like to do?”

Gage met her eyes in another long, deliberate stare. Leaving
no question as to what he enjoyed doing.

She visibly swallowed. And then she startled the hell out of
him.

“So maybe that’s what we should do.”

A laugh rumbled out of his chest. “You’re playing with fire,
baby.”

“Am I?”

She had the nerve to lick her lips. He didn’t think she’d
done it as an intentional taunt, but damn, the response to
seeing her tongue dart out was instantaneous. His erection
pulsed against his zipper, hard and persistent, like it was
trying to tunnel its way out of his pants and into her
pussy.

Gage took a breath, trying to ease the ache down south.
Nope, he wasn’t giving in, wasn’t going to acknowledge the
awareness prickling over his flesh. He was fighting in two
days, and he didn’t like to screw before a match. The
frustration fueled him, gave him the edge he needed to send
an opponent to his knees.

But at the moment, he wanted to be the one on his knees.
With his head underneath Skyler’s skimpy dress, his face
buried between her legs as he licked her up until she
screamed.

“Yes,” he rasped. “You’re definitely playing with fire.”

“Maybe I like fire, did you ever think of that? Maybe I want
to get burned.”