As soon as Tyler was gone, David’s eyes locked on mine.
The way he looked at me—made me forget myself. Everything. All the stress of wedding planning and finding a new groom—none of it mattered when those piercing blue eyes were looking at me like I was the only girl in the world.
David strode over to my table, and I stood up to meet him.
Shoot, what do I even say?
A million boring things I could tell him flashed through my mind.Sorry about my date. I should probably take classes on how to avoid toxic men—if there’s a Groupon for an online course, it has my name all over it. Well, this was great. See you again next time.
But never would I say what I really wanted to; that I wanted him. That every single time I looked at him, my heart squeezed painfully in my chest. That the only reason I kept coming to this bar for all myawfuldates with mediocre men was because I knew I would get to seehim,and he was always the best part of my night.
That somehow, he made everything better.
My lips parted as I worked out which of the things I didn’t really mean would tumble out of my mouth.
As soon as David reached me, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close as his lips crashed against mine.
Oh…every thought in my brain turned to mush.
Nothing existed but the heat of his body, the solid grip of muscular arms holding me close, those soft lips moving againstmine hungrily… the sinuous caress of his tongue as he deepened the kiss.
He tasted like rum, a hint of lemon and hot desire.
Heat flooded through every inch of me, as my heart raced, and my head was spinning out of control, until all I knew was one thing—David feltso good.
Oh, damn.David was kissing me. Like that probably meant that helikedme or something.
David broke off the kiss suddenly, his eyes wide and staring into mine, like he couldn’t believe what he had just done either.
Even as he pulled away slightly, his grip around my waist tightened like he never wanted to let me go.
Oh, no. Nope. I wasn’t about to have him overthink it and make things weird and awkward over a kiss that was fucking phenomenal. Yeah—he didn’t ask, and I didn’t care.
I placed my hand on his rock-hard chest, leaning in as I kissed him back.
David groaned, pressing against me harder. It didn’t feel real. It felt better than real. David’s mouth was scorching hot and delicious.
He kissed me until I was breathless… until every inch of my body was thrumming like I was an electric wire.
As we broke away, David’s rough hand brushed lightly along my jaw.
“Do you want to get out of here?” His eyes were hungry, pupils dark and locked on me.
Oh, hell yes.
Yes, I did want to get out of there.
CHAPTER 18
AVRIL
Wasit whore-ish of me to be disappointed that David didn’t take me back to his man-cave to fuck me?
It must be the part of me that hasn’t gotten laid, screaming out in despair. I swear that I’m not usually like this. I’m not the kind of person that goes out and has a bunch of one-night stands… and I was completely committed to becoming the kind of person that had a one-night stand—specifically if that person could be David.
But for some reason, in the moment that my poor neglected pussy was begging for him, David decided to be all honorable, and just take me out on a date.
I’m not crazy, right? The words—let’s get out of here—those words are supposed to be code for, let me find the closest private space for the two of us to fornicate.
