“What do you want, Nicholas?”
“I just want to talk.I’m outside.Can I come in?Please?”
“Outside?Outside where?”How the hell does he know where I am?
“The Bucking Bronco.I tracked your phone.”
Oh, shit.I forgot I gave him access to my location.It had seemed so romantic at the time.I could track him, too.I just didn’t want to.“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Please.I just want to talk.”
“No.”Because I’m never getting back together with him.He’s crazy if he thinks I’m so pathetic I’ll simply forgive the fact that he was getting boned by his best man, on our freaking wedding day, mere minutes before I was supposed to walk down the aisle.
“I know you’re mad.Just listen to me.I can explain.”
Emily snorts.Hannah shakes her head with an eye roll and goes back to ogling the cucumber boys.I meet Emily’s gaze and she slides her finger across her throat in the universal sign for ending the call or committing murder.Both feel like viable options.“I don’t need an explanation.I saw everything I needed to see.Go away.”
“I’m coming in.”
“What?No.”The call goes dead.“Shit.”
He is literally the last person on this planet I want to see, let alone talk to.How am I going to convince Nicholas to go the fuck away and leave me alone?How do I make damn sure he knows we are over?Done.Finished.Asshole.
An idea pops into my head.Should I?It’s totally crazy.Reckless.I know I’m drunk.Maybe I’m in shock over what happened today and not thinking clearly, but I want to kiss that blue-eyed hunk.He looks so damn kissable.What does he taste like?Am I insane for even thinking about this?Do I care?
But what the hell?I’ve been playing it safe foryears.Not taking chances.Always worried about what everyone else was going to think and not about what I wanted or what would be best for me.
When was the last time I did anything simply because I wanted to?For myself?
Time for a change.Time to take my life back and start living it.If my former fiancé happens to see me with someone new?Good.Maybe he’ll leave me alone.
I slide off the barstool.
Emily grins, “Where are you going?”
“Follow me, ladies.Time to make a new mistake.”I swagger toward Mr.Sex-on-a-Stick.My heart races as the bar door opens, and Nicholas appears a few steps from their table.
“Madison, we need to talk.Please.Everyone is waiting.”Has his voice always been this whiny?He’s begging.What a spineless wimp.
“Waiting for what?”
“The wedding to start.”He rubs his jaw like I’m a puzzle he needs to solve.“We can still get married.But we need to leave now.”
He can’t be serious right now.
“Are you high?I’m not going anywhere with you.We’re over.I won’t be marrying you today or any day.So, you can run back and handle the mess at the church all by your lonesome.Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have places to be.”I stop in front of the most gorgeous hunk of man, my hottie, the guy in the middle.I focus all my tipsy, giggly attention on him and his criminally perfect lips.Full, wide lips like that should be illegal.Truly.He does nothing, just calmly and quietly watches, and waits as I approach.
Fueled by liquid courage, I speak my truth, consequences be damned.“I want to kiss you.”
His eyes widen in shock, but he doesn’t protest.Taking his silence as encouragement, I reach out and hook an arm around his powerfully built shoulders.It’s all too easy to slide onto his lap and plant my mouth over his.I start the kiss, but he takes over the moment our lips collide.He’s kissing me like he can’t get enough.Like he’s starved for the taste of me.
Two seconds later, I have no idea where Nicholas is and I don’t care.He could be on a ship bound for Antarctica and it wouldn’t matter to me.
Because I’m melting faster than chocolate chips in a microwave.He’s kissing me back with a hunger that leaves me breathless.The moment our tongues touch, I moan.Loudly.
My entire body feels like it’s been tossed into a bubbling hot spring.Is it possible to have an orgasm from just a kiss?
I don’t know if it’s the tequila, the man, or the combination of the two, but it’s the best damn kiss of my life.I never want it to end.
