She tastes as good as she smells, and just as sweet. Like caramel and candy. Her body melts into mine, and I’m fucking gone. Her teeth tease my lower lip, and when she opens, I devour.
Her little moans.
Her exhales.
She arches her back as I dip her lower, and I do exactly as she asked—I kiss her like she’s mine.
I can’t remember the last time I had a girlfriend. That I spent more than one night with a woman. Dating is pointless when people around me tend to die. But damn if I don’t wish for a second that this could be real.
When I finally break the kiss, her blue eyes blink up at me. A blush colors her cheeks, and her lips are puffy. I brush my thumb over her mouth, and I can still feel her lips on mine as her breath tickles the pad of it.
How good would those little pants feel tickling my neck in bed?
The girl in pink takes a step back, and sound returns to the room. I didn’t realize it had gotten so quiet in here.
People all around cheer, and I realize midnight must have struck because everyone is going wild. Confetti bursts in sparkling clouds all around.
To my right, Chaos is talking to Venom, who must have finished chatting with that girl and met us at the bar. If he said something to me, I didn’t hear it because I can’t take my eyes off the girl in front of me.
She looks over her shoulder, finding the space the guys were standing in empty.
“Thanks for the kiss.” She smiles, immediately turning on her heels to leave.
For a second, I’m frozen. In shock as I stare at the back of her head and watch her walk away.
“What the fuck was that?” Chaos asks, watching her as well.
“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”
“Want us to wait for you?”
I turn, walking backward, grinning at him. “Nope.”
Whatever is going on with this girl, I’m not letting her out of my sight tonight.
Thankfully, her pink dress is a beacon that guides me across the casino floor. She tries to disappear, but I snag her hand by the craps tables.
“Hey.”
Her blue eyes widen as she spins to face me, and I hate that there’s a flash of fear in them before she realizes who’s standing in front of her.
“Oh, it’s you. Sorry about that.” She bites her lower lip, wringing her fingers together when she pulls her hand free. “I didn’t mean to put you in such a weird position. Iwas just trying to shake those guys and figured that might do the trick.”
“I got that. Did you know them?”
“No, but thanks for helping me out.” She starts to turn again.
“So that’s it then?” I ask, and she pauses, glancing over her shoulder. “You give me the best kiss of my life and then just walk away. At least leave a fucking shoe or something so I can find you again.”
Her eyebrows pinch, and then the biggest, brightest smile spreads on her face as she laughs. “Does that actually work on women?”
“Which part?” I cross my arms over my chest, grinning.
“All of it. The best kiss of your life? Fairytale references? Really?”
“You’re the one who came onto me,” I remind her. “Besides, I’m just calling it what it was: a great fucking kiss.”
“Well, I appreciate the compliment.” She shakes her head. “But I should go.”
