AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Seemingly out of nowhere, she glances my way, locking her doe eyes with mine. And it steals my breath away. I’ve purposely been staring, hoping to catch her attention, but I never anticipated it would leave me feeling so breathless.
What would it be like to be in her presence? To have her in my arms, to graze her skin with mine? Absolutely nothing will deter me from finding out.
After dropping the glass in my hand on a club stand, I maneuver through the energetic crowd, not wanting to lose her heavy gaze on me. I make sure to meet her eyes, concentrating solely on her. I can't be the only one affected.
I have to retain her interest.
The closer the space between us, the more heat burns through my body. I’m utterly clueless as to why, but I am painfully aware of how desperately I need to touch her.
I catch myself. I'm losing control. I manage to regain my composure by letting my thoughts travel to the reasons that led me to club Slade to wait on Amber Schapiro, to why I'm doing this. It’s crucial for me to maintain control, I simply cannot afford to let it slip away.
The moment I’m within speaking distance, my mouth goes dry. But she’s already moving closer.
"Amber," she says, extending her right hand, which I tenderly clasp with my left. The softness of her touch only adds to the heat, my desires voicing their greed in my head. I want more, I need more. I can already feel my resolve breaking.
"Cole," I manage to let out firmly, resisting the impulse to seize her when she releases her grip. Controlling my emotions is a skill I’ve mastered, but it seems Amber Schapiro was built to test my limitations.
She inches closer, her green eyes dilated, lips glistening with moisture, her rich floral fragrance climbing into my lungs. "Nice to meet you, Cole," she drags my name smoothly.
Fuck. How many different ways can she say my name? I need to hear her say it, beg it, moan it, scream it.
I slowly lean in, silently inhaling a thicker whiff of her perfume. A lump forms in my throat before I confess, "I can't tell if I want you close or far away." Especially now that I've realized the situation holds more danger than I originally anticipated. I hadn't expected to be so irresistibly drawn to her.
Now here I am, my left hand snaking around her slender waist, and her hands groping my biceps. We fit perfectly, meaning she would look even more heavenly under me.
"I know I want you close." She presses her chest against mine. If she moves any closer, I'm sure she’d feel the hard consequence of her proximity, and I don't want to risk frightening her away.
"Don't move any closer," I warn. "I'm trying to make a good first impression." My nose grazes the tender skin of her neck, and she shivers in response. "Fuck," I mutter under my breath, feeling the gentle sting of her nails digging into my arm.
A sensitive spot; I’ll relish tormenting her with it. I can only hope she’ll let me please her. My grip on her waist tightens. "Careful, you'll leave a mark." I pull away from her neck to meet her gaze. Her eyes, a deep shade of sinful green, capture my attention.
"Right, that's for later," she murmurs, her gaze lingering on my lips before returning to meet my eyes. The nerve of her to tempt me so mercilessly.
At that moment, the club vanishes, the music fades, and her friend and the heavy scent of alcohol cease to exist. I lean in, registering she’s doing the same.
What happens next feels inevitable.
My lips lock with hers, surrendering to the irresistible pull between us.
She meets my kiss with the same ferocity as my own hunger. A surge of electricity pulses through my body as her hands roam, gripping my hair tightly as our lips wage war on each other. We tug, pull, and occasionally nip, abandoning our primal need for air.
Her smooth lips taste of cherries, rum, and something else. It's a flavor I can't quite decipher, but one that leaves me yearning for it with an unprecedented intensity. I’ve never known desire so fervently in all my years.
Holding her close, I envelop her with my arm. With my right hand, I trace a path down the smooth skin of her left leg, firmly grasping it and guiding it to wrap around my waist. Our bodies meld together, our heats meet, and then, a sound so deliciously sinful escapes her lips, unraveling the remnants of my sanity.
She abruptly pulls away, her chest rising and falling in sync with mine, her breaths measured but visible in the charged air. "I need some fresh air, anywhere away from here."
"My place?" I ask, holding my breath. I convince myself that I need her in my bed for my plan, but my body says it all, from the paced thudding in my chest to the aching throbbing of my hardened cock.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Amber says, her voice husky as she slowly detaches her body from mine. I reluctantly release my grip on her and give her the space to compose herself and adjust her dress.
We hasten toward the exit, and at that moment, the original purpose of our encounter feels far away. But feeling her delicate hand in mine, I know it can't possibly matter right now. She’s all I want to think about.
We step out of the club, and I maintain my hold on her, propelling us forward toward my sleek black Jeep. With a swift motion, I dip my hand into my pocket to retrieve the key, my thumb lightly tapping the button to unlock the vehicle. Opening the passenger's door for her, I gesture for her to climb into the car, ensuring she’s safe and comfortable. After closing the door behind her, I quickly make my way to the driver's seat.
As soon as I settle into the car and close the door, Amber straddles my lap, her enticing curves pressed against my hardened crotch. "Patience has never been my strong suit," she confesses, claiming my lips with an unexpected intensity that momentarily catches me off guard.
Swiftly regaining my composure, I respond to her heated kiss with equal fervor. Knowing she wants me as intensely as I want her has me ecstatic. But if we continue, we’ll end up naked in my car, and I want to have her on my bed, with lots of room to take my time tormenting her.
