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“Oh.”
Yes, please.
He smirks seductively at me, and I tingle.
I want that too.
It’s silent and I don’t know what to do, so I sit still and luckily, he interrupts the awkwardness. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I say.
“What are you thinking right now?”
I blink and think about it for a second before I decide to take what I can get from this moment.
I want this.
I want him to kiss me.
“How much I want that too,” I say.
He sucks in a sharp breath, lowering his glass to the table, and then he’s suddenly standing. I look up at him, neither one of our gazes wavering, both of us knowing what is happening between us right now.
Stepping over to me, he holds out his hand. I put my hand in his, and he helps me stand before him. We are toe to toe, my heart thundering inside my rib cage.
I’m having to remind myself to breathe.
“Can I kiss you?”
I nod.
“Words,Bella. I need to hear the words.”
Hearing that endearment again sends the warmth back, but this time not just through my chest, but into my sex. I like when he calls me that. I like it a lot.
I gulp, and say, “Yes, kiss me. Please.”
He doesn’t wait another second. He closes the distance between us, and when his lips hit mine, I sigh. All the tension in me leaves. I raise my arms and link them behind his head, pulling him down and making our bodies flush against each other. His warm, powerful body holds me up, and I feel safe and protected in his arms.
I have never felt this way. His power, control, and confidence oozing from his pores and onto me is causing me to soften in his embrace and kiss him back without any doubts or holding back. His tongue hits my lips, seeking entry, so I part them, our tongues sliding along each other’s in a perfect rhythm. I enjoy his rum and masculine taste, savoring him.
I don’t want this to end.
When I suck on his tongue, he groans into my mouth. The sound makes me shiver as I hold back a smile and do it again. His hand on my back tightens. He likes that. I do it once more, and another growl rumbles from his chest, vibrating through me.
Wanting to see what else he likes; I pull my tongue from his and move my lips to his bottom one, sucking, and he moans again. This is fun. The power is in my hands, and how I respond to what’s happening now. It’s my decision.
And right now, I want him. All of him.
Kissing me harder, his hands glide over my lower back, and I want to beg him to lower them to my ass and squeeze, but I don’t want to appear desperate.
Pulling back, he looks down at me, speaking in a gravelly voice. “I have wanted to do that every time I’ve come to this bar.”
“Why didn’t you?” I whisper against his lips.
“I figured you would think of me as an old man, or you had a boyfriend, and I thought…well, I was only flying in, so I can’t offer you anything long term.”
I won’t lie; I’m happy he has been thinking of kissing me, but I’m confused about the last part, so I ask, “Why?”
