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“Go on then, babe. Have some fun with him. I recommend spit.”
My eyes grew wide, possibilities opening before me. “You are an evil genius, Jake, and I love you.”
In a much better mood all of a sudden, I walked back to stand before Galen. “What can I do for you?”
He pushed his beer closer to me. “This beer is gross. I want a different kind.”
I leaned forward, purposely giving him a perfect view of my breasts as they plumped over the brassiere top. “Sure thing. What kind did you want?” It took him a second to wrench his eyes from my chest and utter a response. With a smirk, I went to draw a beer from the tap, putting a little extra sway in my hips both coming and going. “You know what makes beer taste really… really good, Galen?” Holding his drink on my side of the bar, I ran the tip of my tongue across my upper lip.
“What?”
Men.He was near panting and all I’d done was flash my cleavage. Hiding my smile, I looked down at his beer and let a long, graceful loogie descend into the beverage.
“Saliva.” I pushed the beer back toward his astonished face. “Saliva makes beer taste amazing. Enjoy!” With a bright smile, I pivoted and fuckingprancedmy way to the door that led to the back of the restaurant, giving a mental fist pump when the roar of my name sounded behind me.
Oh, he was mad. He was enraged, like a bull snorting at a red cape. He was—
At the door, I placed my hand on the jamb and half-turned to look back.No. He wouldn’t.My jaw dropped a fraction before I firmed it. He was going to drink that mother-effing beer, just towin. Standing tall and holding my gaze, Galen tipped the beer in his hand to his mouth and chugged, not stopping until it was empty. He set the mug on the bar top and swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, shooting me a victorious look that went well with all of the bar cheering his stupidity.
Then, with an intent expression that sent liquid heat surging between my legs, he started toward me.
I fled. What else should I have done? I had no interest in whatever had sent Galen stalking my way with that predatory gait. No interest in prolonging our battle.
At least, that’s what I thought. Somehow, though, when I marched into the chilly air of the alley behind Sugar Babes and Galen pushed the door open a second behind me, the will to war climbed again. I stepped into his space, jamming my finger in his chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, coming into my workplace and pulling this crap? Who do you think you are?”
He looked me up and down, making me feel like a stripper on a pole. “Don’t flatter yourself,babe. I came here for the wings. You just happened to be here.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, aware that the move pushed my breasts to prolific proportions. “Just came here for the wings…I’ve never heard that one before.”
“Says the half-naked chick.” His chin jutted forward belligerently, and he was close… too close. I took a half-step back, halting when he followed.
“Do you have a problem with my work uniform, Galen Kennedy? Because if you do, you can fuck right off.”
“No,” he said, his voice deliciously dark and low. “I don’t have a problem in the world with what you’re wearing.” He raised his finger, paused, and then placed it gently on my chest, searing my skin. I shivered as he slowly traced the lines of the white top tied just under the plaid bustier I was wearing, my skin prickling with an undeniable thrill. His eyes were riveted on his task, his heavy lids concealing his expression as he watched the slopes of my breasts rise and fall with increasingly shallow breaths.
I didn’t know why I didn’t smack his hand away. Why I didn’t step backwards once again, out of his reach. Why, when I was so angry with him, I wanted his hand on me.
“What exactly is your problem, then?” I asked. I couldn’t stop the trace of hurt from sounding in the question, couldn’t stop my voice from cracking.
“You. You’re my problem.” His finger stopped in the valley between my breasts. Waited there for a moment, and then ascended in a single fluid movement until he tipped my chin up. He swallowed, his eyes boring into mine, and then his mouth was on mine.
Chapter 15: Galen
God, she was sweet.
Maybe it was because I was trying like hell to hate her, but I hadn’t expected that. She tasted like sin and spearmint, fire and ice all at once. I slanted my mouth hungrily over hers, falling into that flavor and the tease of her tongue as it danced with mine. A little voice in the back of my head was saying something… warning me tostep away from the girl… but I ignored it, the rush of blood in my veins more than drowning it out.
I’d kissed my fair share of girls before. Met their mouths with hunger and desire, traced their lips with my tongue until they opened for me, meeting my impetus with their acceptance. This, though, was different, and a piece of me both exalted in and grieved the knowledge that this kiss would leave me a changed man.
I pressed her forward and into the wall behind us, my hands landing behind her head and back to give her some cushion. She groaned, a soft, curious sound, and placed her palms on my shirt. I felt them curl into the fabric, brush against the skin beneath, and every cell went instantly alert. She was touching me.
God, please don’t stop touching me.
My hands were still behind her on the wall, and I needed to touch her. I turned one hand so my knuckles were against the rough brick and my palm on the silken skin of her lower back. I slid my hand to the back of her neck, tangling my fingers in the hair at her nape. Who’d have thought pink hair would be so soft? Like flyaway strands of cotton candy. I tugged her head back, baring the column of her throat. For a beat I stared, breath coming fast, studying the rapid beat of her pulse. She watched me, saying nothing, pupils blown with what I recognized as lust.
I licked my lips, then bent my knees to lower my head and fasten my mouth on that pulse. I sucked hard, reveling in the reflexive buck of her hips against mine, and then laved the spot with my tongue when she moaned and thrashed her head.
Pulling slightly away, I looked at the bruise blooming with a depraved sense of satisfaction. When I had seen Ezra’s the other day part of me went a little mad. I had to leave my own mark. Brand her. Make her mine.
