“I know,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure you know that because the fact that you thinkyoumight get your feelings hurt is ludicrous. I’m the one at risk here.”
I met his eyes. “If we do this, try to make something work between us, and it doesn’t, then you can just go back to random pussy. I tend to wallow.”
“Why do you wallow?”
I shrugged. “Because being dumpedhurts.”
“Now I’m dumping you?”
I wrinkled my nose. “I also spiral and create narratives in my head.”
He laughed. “Apparently.”
“I’d love to be a guy and just fuck ’em and leave ’em.”
“It’s not really all that it’s cracked up to be,” he admitted.
“No?”
His hand slid to my neck and he leaned down to kiss me. “No.”
His lips covered mine and I sighed, opening my mouth to receive his tongue. My mind went straight in the gutter, wondering what his tongue could do to other parts of my body.
I slid my hands up his chest, looping my arms behind his neck and deepened the kiss. I heard someone clear their throat, and broke the kiss, suddenly realizing we’d been making out where everyone could see.
“Mind your business,” Stoney growled to the older man walking with his date, and I dropped my head to Stoney’s chest, hoping my hair would hide my embarrassment. His chest rumbled as he chuckled, his hand cupping the back of my head. “Come on, baby, let’s go eat.”
I shook my head. “Are they gone?” I whispered.
“Yeah.”
I lifted my head and glanced around, seeing we were alone again, then I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him again. God, I couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
“Fuck,” he hissed against my lips. “You keep doin’ that thing with your tongue, we won’t make it into the restaurant.”
I leaned back slightly. “What thing with my tongue?”
“Jesus.” He took a deep breath. “Make a decision. We go inside and eat, or we go back to your place and I eat you.”
I shivered. I wanted to choose the latter, but my Catholic upbringing reared its moral head and I rasped, “We go inside.”
He nodded, taking my hand and leading me into the restaurant.
The hostess led us to a table and handed us menus, and we read in silence. I had to keep squeezing my legs closed because I was so freaking horny, I could barely stand it.
“Take a deep breath, Breezy,” Stoney whispered, smirking.
“Why?”
“Because if you don’t, I’m gonna fuck you under this table.”
I whimpered, hiding behind my menu. “Stop,” I hissed.
He chuckled. “You’re amped up, baby, which means I’m amped up.”
“I don’t mean to be amped up.” I peeked out from behind the menu and frowned. “You just kiss really well.”
“So do you.” He leaned in. “When your tongue—”
