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ChapterThree
GEMMA
Ilifted the last chair and stacked it on the table while I hazarded a glance at Felix across the room. Since that rude guy showed up, he had been quiet, almost muted. His energy was off, and bad vibes had radiated off of him all night. I tried to shake off my empathic nature because Felix damn sure didn’t deserve my pity.
I just wanted to close the bar without further arguments. I told Asher to take off already, since there wasn’t much more to get done. Declan had already left as well. He didn’t hang around because he knew Felix and I could manage closing. Felix was wiping down the countertops, but I still needed to vacuum the floor.
I walked back toward the supply closet to grab the vacuum. When I turned around to walk out, Felix stood in front of me, almost menacingly, that I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!”
“Sorry,” he muttered, giving me an uncharacteristic look of apology.
“What do you want?” I growled and tried to muscle my way out of the closet, but I tripped over my own feet and would have landed on the floor if he hadn’t put a steady hand on my hip.
My breath caught in my throat at the weight of his hand. My sex-deprived brain couldn’t stop thinking about what his hands could do to me. Images of his tattooed arm slipping down between my legs and inside my underwear flashed inside my mind.
I really need to get laid.
He took his hand off me, and I found myself disappointed. I shouldn’t have felt that way. I should have shoved him off me and told him to get bent.
He took the vacuum out of my hand. “There’s not much left to do. You can go home if you want.”
I shook my head. “Nah, you can’t close by yourself.”
“Okay, in that case, sweet thing, get your fine ass out there and help me close up.”
“You’re insufferable,” I said with a scoff and gave him the signature ‘Gemma Glare’ he was used to. Most people didn’t get that look. I prided myself on being a beacon of positivity, but with Felix, I let all my negative energy bubble to the surface. It wasn’t healthy, and I didn’t like that about myself, but he brought out the worst in me.
“You love it,” he teased.
“I hate you. Get out of my face.”
“No, you don’t,” he said. He reached a hand up and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. I shivered at his touch, and hated myself for it.
“Yes. I do,” I argued, but my voice faltered. He didn’t move his hand, instead he framed my face, forcing me to look into those dark eyes of his.
“You love our banter,” he said, almost seductively. He stared intently at my lips like he was thinking of leaning down and kissing me.
“Banter? I can’t stand you!” I exclaimed and fixed him with another glare.
But he smirked at me, like the cat who got the cream. Like he was about to do something that was really going to piss me off.
Before I could stop him, his lips descended on mine. I should have pushed him away, but my hormones got the better of me, and I melted into his kiss. His tongue slid across my lips, and his hands went into my hair, pulling me closer. I moaned and opened to him, letting him angle my head into whatever position he wanted.
He kissed me like a man starved, and it made my body come alive. Maybe that was why I didn’t stop him. Not when his hands roamed down my body or when he gripped my ass. And certainly not when he shoved me up against the wall.
What did I do instead? I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned into his mouth. I snaked my hands through his hair and gripped his shaggy locks while he deepened the kiss. He nipped at my lip. Oh god, I felt the hard weight of him against my leg, and I wanted more. I wanted to feel all of him pressing deep inside me.
His beard tickled my skin as his lips traveled down my jaw and kissed the side of my neck. “Gemma,” he whispered in my ear.
As soon as his lips left mine, the spell broke, and I remembered why I hated him. Even if my horny brain didn’t want him to stop.
“Why did you do that?” I asked, finally snapping out of it.
“Because you looked like you needed to be kissed. And it was the only way to shut you up,” he explained in a husky whisper against my neck.
“Asshole!”
