Damn.When was the last time a woman made me feel like this?It wasn’t just lust, though there was plenty of that.It was the way she carried herself that drew me in.Confident, but playful without trying too hard.The kind of woman who didn’t need attention, but drew it effortlessly.There was an energy about her, something magnetic that got under my skin before I knew it was even happening.
She made me feel…somethingagain.Like that dull, cold indifferent world I’d been living in since Ivy walked out on me suddenly had a pulse again, and that rhythm beat in time with Morgan’s easy laughter, her warm, lilting voice, and the subtle, natural sway of her body toward mine.It was like I’d walked out of the wedding in search of something…and here she was.
The thought startled me, how easily she’d slipped beneath my defenses.I needed to shift gears before I did something reckless, like find out if her lips tasted as sweet as they looked.
“So,” I said, smiling at her as I continued our playful conversation.“Did you get anything good for your birthday?”
She tilted her head, toying with the straw between her fingers.“Well, a handsome stranger bought me and my friends a bunch of drinks and appetizers.”
“Handsome, huh?”I arched a brow.“Sounds like a guy with impeccable charm.”
Her lips curved, the teasing glint in her eyes unmistakable.“Or maybe he just likes rescuing damsels in distress.”
“Maybe,” I murmured, holding her gaze.“Though I don’t see a damsel in distress anywhere near me.Just a woman who knows exactly how to handle herself.”
That earned me a quiet laugh, the feminine sound curling around my senses.“Careful, Liam,” she said softly.“You might make a girl think you’re flirting.”
“And what if I am?”I asked huskily.
Her lashes fluttered once, the corner of her mouth lifting in a way that pulled me in deeper.“Then I’d have to say you’re doing a pretty good job of it.”
Before I could stop myself, I reached out and brushed my knuckles down her arm, feeing the subtle tremor that ran through her at my touch.Her skin was warm, smooth, and the way she didn’t pull away sent a jolt straight to my cock.“Then I’ll take that as a sign I should keep going,” I said in a low voice that didn’t hide my desire one bit.
“Maybe you should,” she murmured, her eyes locking on mine as she took another sip of her drink.
So, I did, my next question purposely shifting into more intimate territory.“Do you have any other birthday wishes?”I dared to ask.
Her teeth grazed her bottom lip before she replied.It was slow, deliberate, like she knew exactly what it did to me.Heat pooled low in my body, my cock aching in anticipation of where this encounter could lead.
“I might,” she admitted, her gaze holding mine.
“If you say it out loud, I might make it come true.”I winked at her, but my tone was serious, edged with the promise of following through.
She smiled, arching a brow.“You sound pretty confident for someone who ditched a wedding tonight.”
“Maybe I needed something better to celebrate,” I said honestly, shocking myself by letting a little more of my guard drop.“And I think I just found it.Meeting you feels like a fresh start, even if it’s just for tonight and fulfilling your birthday wish.”Because for me, that was all it could be and I needed her to know that right up front.
Her breath hitched, the rise and fall of her chest subtle but impossible to miss.“You don’t even know what I want.”
“I can make an educated guess,” I said, tracing the rim of my bourbon glass with a fingertip.
“Yeah?”She tilted her head to the side, a challenge sparking in her eyes.“What do you think my wish is?”
Meeting her gaze directly, I boldly lowered my hand to her knee, resting my palm on the soft, warm skin of her thigh where the hem of her dress ended, and took a risk.“I don’t think you’re ready for the night to end.You want something you’ll still be thinking about tomorrow, maybe longer.It would be my pleasure to give you that.”
I brushed my thumb along the inside of her thigh, and her lips parted on a soft exhale.The noise of the bar faded.The music, laughter, everything.All I saw was her and the mutual desire darkening her eyes.
“And if I said I was tempted by your offer?”she asked seductively.
“Then I’d say let me show you how good temptation can feel.”My thumb traced another slow circle against her skin, aching to get her alone so I could follow through on the promise and explore every secret her body had to offer.
I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes again, and for a moment neither of us moved as we stared at one another.The air between us pulsed with possibilities—charged, reckless, and already past the point of pretending this was just flirting.The low lighting in the bar painted soft gold across her skin, and in that moment, I didn’t give a damn about the wedding, the guilt, or the emotional wreckage Ivy had left in her wake.
Just Morgan.And the possibility of what came next.Of her naked and writhing beneath me while I completely ruined her.I wanted to lose myself in her warm, willing body and draw out every shiver, every moan, and feel her shatter around my cock.
And I wanted to take my time doing it.
I opened my mouth to ask if she wanted to get out of here, but before I could a woman with glossy black curls and a short black dress appeared next to Morgan, breaking the charged silence between us.
