2
Ridge
I meant it when I said that I don’t do this often because I don’t. Once or twice when I was younger. Even then, I didn’t make a habit of it.
Robyn is fucking beautiful, and the best part of it is that she doesn’t even know it. She isn’t parading around in a tiny dress or on ridiculous heels. She doesn’t have a face full of makeup. She thinks I’m doing her a favor by hanging out with her.
I’m not.
I would, but I’m not.
She’s sweet. I like her, even though I don’t know her.
Her dark hair is loose about her shoulders and a little messy from dancing. Her face is practically devoid of makeup. There are remnants of mascara. She’s wearing plain clothes that do nothing to hide all her curves.
She’s staring at me with the biggest brown eyes.
She smells fucking delicious. I want to eat her. I want to find out if the rest of her tastes as good as she smells. I want to makeher toes curl inside her shoes. Better yet, I want her out of the shoes and naked, her heels digging into my back.
“Does that mean yes, I can kiss you, or you’re not so sure about a kiss?”
She tips her chin up. “I want you to kiss me, and then I’ll decide if I’m taking you home with me or not.”
My eyebrows go up. Unexpected. She has a bit of sass tucked inside all that sweetness, and I like it a lot.
I smile…again. I don’t think I’ve smiled this much in a long damned time.
I cup her chin in one hand, tilt her face up, and take my time. I don’t want to spook her. I press my lips to hers, soft at first, angling my head. Her lips part on a tiny intake of breath. They’re warm and full. She tastes like her cocktail, sweet and tart. Fucking perfection.
I take a second kiss. Then a third. I’m not rushing this.
She makes a small sound, almost a hum, and her free hand comes up to the back of my neck. Her fingers slide into the hair at my nape. Her other hand floats around to my back, not quite touching, like she isn’t sure if it’s okay.
It is!
I tighten my grip on her hip and pull her in a step. Her body fits up against mine. It makes my dragon roll over inside me and pay attention for the first time tonight. I angle in, deepening the kiss, letting my tongue slide along the seam of her mouth. She opens for me on a soft moan, and I swallow the sound.
I press myself against her, wanting more. Her fingers flex against my neck. Her other hand finally lands flat on my back, and she makes that little noise again, low in her throat.
I’m already thinking about how fast we can get out of here. If?—
Something cold hits the middle of my back.
Cold and wet and sticky, sliding down between my shoulder blades and down my shirt.
I break the kiss.
Robyn’s eyes flutter open, dazed, her mouth parted and wet and pink. It takes her a full second to focus on my face.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“You’re going to have to take me to your place,” I tell her.
Her lashes lift, and she gets this look. “Not so fast. I haven’t decided yet.” She toys with me.
I dip my head closer. “I’m afraid it’s not really negotiable since you just poured what’s left of your cocktail down my back.”
Her eyes go wide. She gasps and steps back so fast she almost knocks over the stool behind her. Her hand is still holding the martini glass, now mostly empty, at an angle that explains everything.
