My throat softly bobbed as a brief silence ensued between us.We were both soaking in the presence of each other.
“Was I interrupting something?”I cocked my head to the side.
“She was irrelevant.”He spoke dismissively, grinning.
“Am I too?”
“No.Never.”
My breath hitched at those words.The way this man looked at me—like he was torn between feasting on me or just admiring me.
“My friends over there,” I jerked my thumb behind me, “thought I couldn’t approach you.I’m proving them wrong.”
He smiled.It leaned more on the psychotic side, and it was supposed to scare me off, but ...it intrigued me—so much so that I was trying to be unnoticeable with how hard I was clenching my thighs.
“Bold.I like it.”He grinned.“You can come sit, you know?I don’t bite.”
My lips twitched in an amused smile.I circled the table, then slumped on the seat beside him.Our knees brushed, causing a rush of heat that seared my dress.When I looked up, his heated gaze scorched me inside out.Up close, he had the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen.They were sadistic, electric, and breathtaking.
“Your eyes,” I swallowed, “they are so beautiful.”
He inched forward, his breath swiftly running across my skin, hot and scorching, and it instantly hardened my nipples.
“Is that so?”His knuckles came up, brushing my skin ever so lightly, and I nearly moaned.
“I want to fuck you.”I didn’t know where that came from.It took me a while to realize I said that.My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but the red wine I had earlier was more or less an aphrodisiac.
I was horny and needed something to take the edge off.There was no reason to hide what I wanted.
His blue eyes flamed with surprise, then slowly took on a darker shade.His smile didn’t falter for a bit.
“I don’t do vanilla sex, sweetheart,” he murmured.“I fuck.Hard.”
My stomach twisted into knots.“Good.Now, get me out of here.”
There was no reason for me not to cave in to my desires tonight.I didn’t know him.He didn’t know me.No strings attached.I’d never see him again, so what was there to shy away from?