I wanted him to find out for himself.
My pussy pulsed at the fantasy. I could still smell his cologne lingering in the air. Still feel his breath on my lips as he’d spoken those words. I turned around, my head on a swivel as I looked for his hair, and finally I spotted him back with the friend he’d been chatting with most of the night.
I grabbed one of the hearts and made my way across the room, making sure to stay out of his sightline as I maneuvered through the crowd. When I reached him, I slid my hand in his back pocket, dropped the heart in securely, and then pushed past him toward the bathroom.
The white stalls were a hum of noise compared to the rowdy bar.
I paused at the first sink and pressed my hands into the porcelain. Thank fuck I’d been nursing that last martini and switching with water. I was glad I wasn’t joining the other few girls in the stalls puking. I’d been there too many times before, woken up too many times with a headache from hell and craving water.
I met my gaze in the mirror, then groaned loudly at the sight. I was already a mess. I worked fast to revive my face and hair, reapplying the dark red stain I’d chosen for that night, now faded slightly from drinking. My lip print was on the rim of every glass, and I made a mental note to search for better-quality makeup. I perked my breasts up and adjusted the wide belt around my waist, then checked out my ass and thigh-high boots in the full-length mirror.
I’d fuck you, I could hear Lana saying earlier when she’d picked out the outfit.
“You look hot, girl,” a woman, much drunker than me, said from the sinks.
I loved the camaraderie of drunken women in bathrooms.
“Thank you,” I said as I adjusted my belt again. “So do you.” I smiled at my new friend again, and the girl returned it before running back into the stall to vomit.
I grimaced at the sound and turned back to the mirror. With one last look, smoothing the seam of my leather skirt, I exited the bathroom.
Outside the bathroom, on the wall, was a neon red sign with hearts—the only light source in the darkened hall. I searched the more lit-up bar room as I walked toward it, wondering if Gavin had felt me reaching into his pocket. I hoped he had. I hoped he had read it and wanted to come find me.
A hand grabbed my arm. I was pulled backward, and my back slammed against the wall. Heart skipping, a toned body pressed flush to mine. The rich smell of Gavin’s cologne piqued my senses as his shadow enveloped me, leaving only that red light to highlight the strongest parts of his features. His body molded to me in all the right places, meshing sinfully against mine.
Fuck, he smelled good.
My chest rose with my jagged breath, my thigh coming up and pressing between his. “Is this how you normally get women into your bed?” I breathed, chin craning upward to expose my neck. “Cornering them beneath the red lights… whispering dangerous quotes in their ears—“ my back arched as I tried to press further into him, and I crawled one finger at a time up his shirt. “—teasingwhat you’re capable of?”
I could see the hunger shadowed in his eyes, and the right corner of his lips flinched.
“Teasing? Is that why you put this in my pocket?” He closed his mouth, tongue working, and when he opened his mouth again, the pink candy heart that read ‘TEASE ME’was gripped between his front teeth.
My lips threatened to lift as my gaze darted from his eyes to that heart. I debated whether to take it out of his mouth or remove myself from his grasp, make him watch me walk away as he had done to me.
I reached around his hips, intent on pulling him closer, but paused as I felt something in the opposite pocket from where I’d placed that heart earlier. Confusion slipped onto my face, and I pulled the object from within.
Fuzzy red handcuffs.
I bit my lips, brow elevating as I pulled the handcuffs out, and then I dangled them mockingly in his face. He popped the TEASE ME candy heart into his mouth, a soft chuckle sounding from the back of his throat.
My stomach knotted at the dangerous look in his eyes. The only image filling my mind right then was one of myself stretched out on the bed and feeling the soft fur on the cuffs around my wrists, his scruff on my inner thighs, those hands holding my ass as I squirmed against his tease and cried out his name…
“Something you’re planning?” I asked.
He shifted his weight, head leaning closer. “Everyfantasy,” he promised. “You just have to be mine tonight.”
I considered it, holding those cuffs as I slithered my hands up his chest. My high heel pressed into the wall with my bent leg. He wrapped his hands around my waist, squeezing the top of my ass as our hips pressed flushed together. That little squeeze and slight firmness against my abdomen were enough to make my mouth sag.
He was so close that with one move forward, I could have tasted him. His open mouth hovered in front of mine. I resisted giving in, knowing the moment our lips met that this game would be over.
I would be his.
I pushed on his chest, and Gavin stumbled off balance as he released me. That lopsided smirk dared to dance on his lips and in his eyes, and I turned on my heel to go back to the party.
But not before flicking another candy heart his way.
CHAPTER SEVEN - GAVIN
