“I know we just met and all, but will you kiss me?”
My head jerked back. “I’m sorry, what?”
She met my gaze. “Will you kiss me? Telling the asshole it’s over doesn’t seem to be sinking into his thick skull, so maybe seeing me kissing someone else will do it.”
“Are you sure you want to kiss a stranger?”
Fuck yeah, I wanted to kiss her, but this was just weird, so making her repeat her request seemed like a good idea.
“We shared fries.”
“He going to kick my ass for kissing you?”
“It’s none of his business, and you could probably take him.” She squeezed my biceps and I flexed without thought. “Yeah, uh. Wow.” The last word was breathy and my stomach tightened.
I was human, after all, and she was gorgeous and feeling me up.
“You sure?”
“Does the thought of kissing me turn you off or something?” she taunted.
“Fuck no.”
She shifted on the barstool, and my gaze dropped to her chest. I wanted to put my hands all over this woman, but for now, I was game to kiss her. Only an idiot would reject that request.
“So, what are you waiting for?” She quirked her brow, a teasing smile on her lips that turned to a brief frown when her ex said her name again.
How could a guy be such a dick and not take no for an answer?
She sighed. “This is ridiculous, I know. Can you just…”
The words died on her lips as I snaked my arm around her waist and tugged her against my chest, then dropped my lips to hers, cutting off anything else she was going to say.
The soft “oomph” vibrated against my closed mouth, and desire shot through me as her hand curled into my shirt, bracing her against me.
I sank my other hand under the fall of her hair, cupping her nape and pressing my lips harder to hers. I wasn’t sure how far she wanted to take it, and as much as it killed me, I let her lead. This was her show, after all.
Her mouth was pillowy soft and she hummed against me when my thumb caressed the shell of her ear. I wanted to nibble on that spot later if she’d let me.
Her tongue darted out, tentatively tracing my lips, and that was all the invitation I needed to open my mouth against hers and tangle our tongues. She tasted delicious, citrusy from the lime in her club soda and sweet from the dessert she’d been finishing up when I’d arrived. I swallowed the soft moan that fell from her lips and gently licked the inside of her mouth, savoring her and deepening the kiss.
Her other hand clasped my shoulder, and then the hand on my shirt moved into my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp. Heat barreled through me and I wanted to drag her into my lap, but then she would have been extremely aware of how hard my dick currently was.
She kissed me back with an intensity that matched mine, and I couldn’t get enough. Then she pulled back slightly, biting down on my lower lip for a brief second before diving back into the kiss, and I swear to god, I was about ready to come in my pants.
Fucking hell, she was perfection, and it wasn’t until someone cleared their throat a bit too loudly that I remembered this was for show.
I broke the kiss and tried to catch my breath. Pressing my forehead to hers, I met her gaze. She looked as hazy as I felt, and that made me want to do a silent fist pump.
“Darling, I think we got carried away,” I rasped, trying to sound like I was teasing and not completely affected by our kiss.
A soft smile played at her damp lips and it took everything in me not to capture her lips again.
“Really? I didn’t even notice.” Her hand was back on my chest and covering my racing heart.
“Dani, what the fuck?”
The ex.
