AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Okay, that might be a stretch.Hidingthat it doesn’t bother me is probably more accurate at this point until Iamactually okay with it.
“And I’m glad you did.” His eyes shine with gratitude and something else. Admiration maybe?
Smiling softly, we eat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until I look up to find him watching me intently.
I swallow, clearing my throat. “Yes?”
“Just watching you, gorgeous,” he says simply, like I’m supposed to just keep eating while he watches.
“Why?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer me. He just smirks and finishes his burger.
Washing it down with the last of his beer, Alex leans back and waits for me, making me feel self-conscience with the way I eat.
I play with the napkin next to my plate and take a long drink of wine. My head isn’t nearly as calm as I’d like it to be, but then again, it’s hard when Alex is staring at me with those heated eyes.
“You need to stop looking at me like that,” I say, a little breathless.
“Why?” He tilts his head to the side and his eyes go a shade darker. I know that look.
“Because, you know why.” I squirm in my seat under his stare, and a slow smile grows across his face.
He knows I love his eyes on me. I crave it like my next breath.
And here he is, in a random bar, making me need him with just a look. Just his eyes.
“You want me, gorgeous?” His voice is low and rough, and I want to feel it against my skin – my neck and between my legs.
“Yes,” I breathe, and his emerald eyes turn to stone, locked on mine.
“Are you wet for me?” His question has me biting my lip to keep from moaning. He keeps his voice low so only I can hear, and despite being in public, I’d let him take me right here and now with the way he’s looking at me, everyone be damned.
He makes me that way. I forget where I am, who I am, and what I think I should be when I’m with him.
I just want to be his.
I nod slowly, and his jaw flexes, his hands fisting on the table, and then smoothing out.
He wants to touch me, and I need him to.
“You done?” he asks roughly, and I nod. “Good.” Taking his wallet out, he tosses a couple twenties down and stands up from the booth, holding his hand out for me.
Sliding out, I place mine in his and he pulls me in close, capturing my lips in a quick, hard kiss that hits me like a streak of lightning. And as he guides me out of the place, tiny electric currents buzz through me, and the cool night air does nothing to tame the heat flushing my skin.
I caught the looks from the other patrons and felt the glare of Amber on my back, without even having to look at her. I knew.
And despite not being one for PDA, I loved him staking his claim on me like that, like he couldn’t help himself.
“You make me fucking crazy,” he growls, spinning me around and kissing me with such force, I almost stumble backwards. But his arms wrap around me keep me in place.
I circle my arms around his neck and pull him down as I lean up on my toes. I need to get closer. I need to… Hell if I know what I need, but I know I want to fuse my lips to his and never separate.
The taste of beer on his tongue only makes me want him more – the addiction I have for him never seeming to be satisfied.
Moaning, he swallows it, and keeps it, and I want him that much more for it. Because every piece of me I’ve given to him, he’s taken and kept, and I’m starting to think I don’t want them back.
I don’t even know if could get them back if I tried. With every piece I give him, Alex claims that void inside of me, and inside of my heart.
“We gotta go, babe. Otherwise I’m fucking taking you bent over my bike,” he rasps against my lips, but I don’t really register what he’s saying. All I can picture is what he said, and I want that. I want him to do that.
