“Because you shouldn’t even be in a place like this, let alone taken advantage of while you’re here.”
A small but no less breathtaking smile graces her lips as she pulls me so close her glasses are practically resting onmynose. “Thank you.” Her eyes bounce between mine. “Can I ask you something else?”
“Ok...” Clearly, I was unprepared for this stunning little creature tonight.
“Can I, can I kiss you?”
My brows fly to my hairline, disappearing right under my ball cap. “You want to kiss me?”
Blondie nods and fists my shirt a little tighter.
“Why?” Because I haven’t been kissed in even longer than I’ve haven’t gotten laid. As I said, my face is a mangled mess on the one side and not only do most women avoid looking at it, but they also sure as fuck never get as close to it as Blondie is and ask for more.
“Couple reasons, I guess.” She shrugs, and when I’m convinced I won’t ever know those reasons, Blondie offers them up anyway. “I haven’t been kissed by anyone that wasn’t my ex in over six years. I appreciate you swooping in to save the day.” A slight blush stains her cheeks. “And you’re probably the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in real life, definitely the sexiest one that’s ever touched me.”
I don’t even have time to call her on that bullshit because Blondie doesn’t wait for my permission, just tilts her head slightly and presses her petal soft lips to mine.
Jesus.
Fuck me, her kiss is like a bolt of lightning that caresses my mouth and skitters across my skin. It’s raw electricity, high voltage power. It’s fucking everything good and right in the world.
And that’s exactly why my free hand comes up to her jaw, molds to that delicate line as I tilt her head back and deepen the kiss.
I want more.
More of her lips and the feeling they create.
More of my hands on her soft as silk skin, my fingers buried in her glossy hair.
I just want more of Blondie, want it all, and that’s exactly why I have to stop.
With a grunt, I pry my lips away from hers, stroke my thumb over her cheek and look into those amber pools now hooded and full of lust. “I need to get you out of here.”
“Ok,” she breathes as she nods.
“Did you drive?”
“No.” Blondie takes a deep breath. “I knew I would be drinking.”
I grin. “Smart girl.” Then I press a kiss to her forehead because I can’t seem to get far enough away from her not to. “You have someone to pick you up?”
“I was... was just going to call an Uber.”
Fuck.
Here I go again.“I’ll take you home.”
“Ok.”
With more reluctance than I’d like to admit, I back up and stand to my full height, pay her tab then offer Blondie my hand. My hand she takes without an ounce of hesitation, entwining our fingers in the most natural move, a feeling that I’ve never experienced before but can’t help but think was meant to be.
Another reason I need to leave this woman alone.
“Where are we going, Blondie?” I grab my helmet from the back of my bike then pull her between my knees as I sit.
She’s so tiny. Not in a bad way, it’s actually pretty hot that if she weren’t wearing the fuck me stilettos, the top of her head would barely reach the middle of my chest, but Blondie is basically pocket-sized for someone like me and it makes me feel a little protective, possessive, and pretty curious about all the ways her lean little body can move with me,forme.
“Vista Heights.” She smiles as I fasten the chin strap.
