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“Ah hell,” Sam muttered behind his coffee mug, trying and failing to hide his grin as his eyes cast toward the entrance to the restaurant. “There goes the neighborhood.”
I knew exactly who I would see the moment I turned around, but it was the person with her that sent my blood pressure through the roof, threatening to blow the top of my skull clean off.
My gaze followed them the entire way as the hostess seated them at a table not too far away. That asshole, Mike Perry, pulled out a chair for Presley—my Presley—taking the opportunity to glide his hand over the small of her back, and I saw red.
“Take a breath,” Sam said, a warning in his tone, along with no small amount of humor. I’d never come right out and told him how I felt about her or what had happened between us in the past, but the man knew me better than anyone, and he’d seen right through me back in the day. “You grip that glass any tighterand it’s going to shatter in your hand. I don’t really feel up to a trip to the emergency room today.”
I loosened my hold and set the glass down but couldn’t tear my eyes away from their table. Her back was to me, but that didn’t matter. I couldn’t stop watching the two of them together. Anger burned in the pit of my stomach, quickly growing out of control. Not two days ago I’d had my tongue in her goddamn mouth, thrusting in how I would if I was fucking her, and now she was out with another guy?
I didn’t fucking think so.
Did she think he could make her feel like I did? That he’d kiss her so thoroughly she’d be clawing at his chest for more and pouring sexy little whimpers down his throat? No goddamn way. The starched collars and golf shirts that son of a bitch wore screamed that he didn’t have the first fucking clue how to please someone the way a woman like Presley needed to be pleased.
A sense of satisfaction had my chest expanding when her back stiffened, because I knew damn good and well that she felt me. Just like I’d felt her the moment she walked it. She could fight it all she wanted, but we were two magnets being drawn together, ignoring that pull was impossible. She’d eventually give in.
The fucker at the table with her locked eyes on me a second later, and I grinned victoriously when the color drained from his face and he quickly looked away. Fucking coward. Presley deserved a hell of a lot better than some spineless asshole.
“You know you look psychotic right now, right? You look like you’re about to commit homicide,” Sam said, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Truth was, I felt like I could murder someone, and I knew exactly who I wanted it to be.
Presley moved then, standing woodenly from the table and moving in a fast clip toward the hall at the back of the restaurantwhere the restrooms were, and I felt myself rising to follow after her before I could give it a second thought.
“Be right back,” I mumbled to Sam as I wiped my mouth with the cloth napkin before tossing it down.
“Sure you will,” he said with a chuckle. He pulled his phone out, and a second later I heard a tinny, musical tune come from the devise as he pulled up a game to keep himself occupied.
The hallway was blessedly empty as I stopped in front of the ladies’ room, bracing my back against the wall right across from it and waited. The seconds ticked by, feeling like an eternity, but in fact, it had only been maybe two minutes when the door opened and Presley walked back out, muttering to herself under her breath.
When she looked up, a startled gasp ripped from her throat and her eyes bulged out as she jerked to a stop. “Beau. What are you doing?” She looked around frantically, like a scared little bunny in front of an oncoming semi. She lowered her voice to a whisper and hissed, “You’re following me now? That’s really not cool.”
Something in me snapped. I lost the tenuous grip I had on my self-control. My nerves were frayed, my mood in the gutter. It all snowballed, and I felt completely out of control, something I didn’t handle well.
I pushed off the wall and moved toward her, no doubt looking exactly like the predator I felt lurking beneath my skin.
Her cheeks flushed, her lips parting ever so slightly as panic infused her pretty eyes. My voice came out as a low, rumbling growl. “You thinkthat’snot cool?” I asked menacingly as Presley inched backward with every forward step I took. We moved deeper down the hall, Presley the prey I was stalking, until I spotted an alcove off to the left. Placing my hand against her chest, I guided her into it, pressing her against the wall andsurrounding her tight little body with mine so she couldn’t get away.
Her nostrils flared, and I would have worried I was pushing her too far if not for the heat that creeped up her neck from her chest or the way her eyes had gone from wide to half-mast, the color turning into a molten gold honey I’d only seen twice before. That day so long ago in my bedroom when I’d nearly kissed her for the very first time. Then again back in college when I’d finally discovered what it was like to taste her, to tease her. When I fuckingfinallydiscovered that heaven really did exist; it was between her soft, silky thighs. Her breathing was ragged, but I read her like a book, it wasn’t fear that had her breathing like that. It was arousal.
“Two fucking days ago you had my tongue down your goddamn throat, and now you’re here on adate? If you ask me,that’snot cool.”
She placed her palm on my chest, and that simple touch was enough to have my dick standing at attention and pressing against my fly. “Beau. You need to back up.”
I looked at where she was touching me before lifting my gaze back to hers and arching a brow. “You sure that’s what you really want, Bubbles?”
Her eyes tilted to where she was fisting my shirt like she wanted to tear it off, and quickly released me as soon as she realized what she was doing.
“Admit it,” I pushed, bracing my forearm on the wall and pulling in that honeysuckle and citrus scent. “He can’t make you feel like I can, and you know it.”
I lifted my other hand, dragging my fingers down the side of her neck with a feather-light touch. She trembled at my touch, goosebumps rising along her arms as her nipples tightened into stiff peaks beneath the thin material of her shirt. Her body’s reaction spurred me on.
I leaned in, bringing my lips to her ear. “Do you think he’d be able to touch you like I can? That he could make you tremble the way you are right now?”
“Beau.” That one word came out as a breathy plea as her pupils dilated, the black taking over the gold as her desire grew and grew.
“If I were to slide my hand into your leggings right now, would I find you wet?” I whispered, forcing a whimper from deep in her chest. My lips brushed the shell of her ear as I asked, “I bet you’re drenched right now, baby. Is that for me? Or for him?”
I pulled back on her stuttered breath. “You fucked up, showing up here with him. You’remine, Presley. And you fucking know it.”
All that gorgeous amber fired as her anger rose, and goddamn, but it turned my blood to lava in my veins. I fucking loved it when she battled with me. “I’m not yours, Beau. I don’t belong to anyone, butespeciallynot you.”
