“You don’t like being the centre of attention, do you?”
I shake my head wordlessly.
“Don’t worry,” she smiles softly, “just focus on me. They’re not even looking.”
I know she’s feeding me a white lie to make me feel better, but I go along with it anyway, keeping my eyes on Calla’s so I don’t register the wobble of my legs or the pairs of eyes I just know are lasered on the two of us.
My heart feels like it might beat out of my chest as we sway in time with the live music, both nerves and arousal running through me, each trying to out-do one another.
I flick my eyes a little to the left, pulse ratcheting even further when I see McAvoy’s date watching us.
“Focus. On. Me,” Calla repeats, stroking her thumb along the harsh edge of my jawline this time.
It’s hard to do anythingbutfocus on Calla, especially when she looks the way she does; dressed to the nines, grinning madly, eyes sparkling with joy, content in my arms.
My legs still feel my jelly beneath me but making her happy is worth feeling out of my comfort zone if just for a heartbeat or two.
“Is McAvoy looking?” I utter from the corner of my mouth.
Calla pops her shoulders. “I don’t know, and I don’t really care.”
I bite back the pleased grin which threatens to overtake my face at Calla’s words.
I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her so fucking bad it hurts and I’m sick of holding back. I’m sick of putting other people’s feelings first, before mine. I’m sick of being last, of holding back, of not being selfish.
Why shouldn’t I be a little bit selfish every once in a while?
With a knot of arousal pulling tight in my abdomen, I outwardly look towards McAvoy, ensuring he’s still watching, before I crook a forefinger beneath Calla’s chin and press my lips to hers.
Her body melts even further into mine as she gasps oh so sweetly, allowing me to lick into her mouth, tangling our tongues together.
I swallow down the tart taste of lime from her cocktail, my hands grabbing at her hips, tightly pressing them against mine. I know Calla feels my hard on for her when she pullsback from our lip-lock, glittering eyes with pupils blown wide and a smirk upon her kiss bitten mouth.
“Need some help with that?”
Calla eyes drop to my crotch, staying there for a heartbeat or two, before she fixes her gaze back on my face, her top teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
I crook a brow, forgetting about the people around us. “You offering?”
She nods slowly, her pink tongue peeking out to lick her lips and pulling a helpless groan from deep in my chest.
“God,Calla.”
Reaching into the back pocket of my trousers, I pull out my wallet, throwing enough money to pay the bill upon our table, before lacing Calla’s dainty fingers with mine. Weaving between tables, I bask in the sound of her giggle as she trots to keep up with me, heels clicking loudly over the low sound of the band playing another instrumental song in the background.
We’re almost out onto the street beyond, when I hear a snooty voice call out, “I’ll see you on Monday, Calla.”
“See you,” she calls without looking back at McAvoy, making a grab for one of my upper arms instead and tucking herself into my side.
This time, I can’t repress my pleased grin from dancing across my lips.
And why should I?
I’m the one going home with Calla Becker.
The taxicab back to my apartment is a hazy cloud of heavy petting and mind-numbing kisses. I gladly swallow down each and every one of Calla’s small kittenish whimpers as I trace patterns upon her warm inner thigh, inching higher every time she pleads with me.
My cock presses insistently against the placket of my slacks, digging into the side of Calla’s hip as I lay wet kisses upon the curve of her neck, sucking at the thin layer of skin behind her ear until I swear I can feel the rapid fluttering of my pulse against my lips.
