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Graham laughs. A deep and low rumble that I feel in the pit of my stomach. “You know the ‘hard to get’ thing just makes me want it more, right?”
My eyes roll. Of course, it does. Except I’m not “playing hard to get” because I’m not playing at all.
“You’re delusional.”
He shrugs, stepping closer. “I hear what you’re saying Emery. But the thing is, you can say it all day long, but your body shows me everything I need to know.” Reaching out, he runs his finger gently along the column of my throat, pausing right where my pulse beats wildly. “I told you to give me one night. One night to prove to you why I deserve that number one spot.”
“It’s just a stupid list, why is it bothering you so badly?
“Because since the second I laid eyes on you, all I’ve wanted to do is put you beneath me and fuck you until you trembled. So, hearing I scored so low on your “list” was a shock to my ego. One I want to fucking rectify.” He stares at me through heavy-lidded, desire-filled eyes, daring me with just his lingering gaze and the heat his body radiates.
Suddenly, my tongue feels heavy, and I’m too stunned to speak. I mean, yeah… at first maybe we flirted a little until I realized how much of a manwhore douchebag he is. But hearing those dirty words from his mouth hits differently.
“I don’t even like you, Graham, why would I want to sleep with you? Be another one of your bunnies that you collect on each day of the week? No thanks. Not interested.” I look down at my newly painted nails, feigning boredom.
He steps closer, forcing me backward until my back collides with the cold brick of the bar. I feel him everywhere, on every exposed piece of skin on my body while his fingers still only rest on my throat. His eyes darken, desire ghosting through them.
“Don’t have to like each other for me to make you come, Emery.” He smirks, taunting me, slowly dragging his fingers lower until they rest on my collar bone, under my now heaving chest.
Fuck, this is bad. This isso sobad.
Leaning down, his lips brush against the shell of my ear, sending a hard shiver down my spine. His hot breath fans my ear as he rasps, “One night. That’s all I need.”
The fact that I’m even considering this shows that drunk Emery obviously makes very bad decisions, but… I’d be lying if I said my thighs didn’t clench together at his closeness.
I squeeze my eyes shut, sucking in a gulp of air, trying to keep my thoughts straight, but it's too late. Graham has infiltrated them, and slowly, I feel my resolve lessening. When his fingers brush against my nipples, I shudder, unable to control my reaction to his touch.
Would one night really bethatbad?
My eyes pop open to find him staring at me intently, lust burning in his irises. The very same feeling that’s coursing through my head, making it fuzzy. When his hands slide down my waist, and his fingers slip under my shirt to stroke my side, my restraint is gone.
Poof. Goodbye bitch. Drunk Emery is a raging horny ho, and apparently that means having sex with people you despise. Honestly, it’s not my fault. Even though he’s the world’s biggest douchebag, he’s also hot as fuck and a girl is only so strong. I only havesomuch will power and it’s being offered so graciously.
His gaze lands on mine, our eyes locking in a feverish moment that heats me from the inside out. It feels like he could devour me in one single bite.
It’s hot, and my thighs tremble as I take a shaky breath, swallowing down my trepidations.
We collide together in a frenzy, his hands sliding down to my ass to hoist me up against the brick wall. Finally, god,finally,his lips are on mine and he’s kissing me. I’m not surprised that the man kisses like a god, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach, but I am surprised how muchIlike it.
One taste and I’m desperate for more.
Graham rips his lips from mine and stares back at me as we both pant. “Wait, wait… we should talk about this or something.”
“Stop talking. Please. For the love of God.Stop. Talking.” With my hands still wrapped around his neck, I pull him back toward me and seal my lips over his, silencing him.
If I stop to think about what I’m actually doing, I’ll come to my senses, and right now, I want to be blissfully ignorant. We don’tactuallyhave to like each other to have sex. We’re two consenting adults who had lots of tequila to blame their bad decisions on. Well, not so much tequila that I don’t know what’s happening.
His hand travels higher and higher until it slips beneath the cup of my bra. When his fingers make contact with the bare skin of my nipple, I suck in a hiss against his lips.
For this being the worst idea I’ve ever had, it feels entirely too right.
So right that I’m blaming my inner sex-fiend succubus as I tear my lips from his and whisper, “Take me home. Now.”
For once, Graham doesn’t argue, and I’m back on my feet as he drags me the two blocks to my house.
