I stand and hold out my hand with bated breath as I wait to see if she’ll take it, silently hoping and praying that she doesn’t change her mind.
Her hand slips into my glove covered one and I tug her from the bar stool. I glance at her for a moment to make sure she’s not having second thoughts, but when all I see is a small smile tilting her lips and anticipation in her eyes, I tug her through the crowded room, careful not to let any of the dancing bodies bump into her before pulling her into one of the rooms in the back.
I’ve been to this club plenty of times before, though I’ve never been back here. Thank God my asshole friends like to fuck anything that moves, or I wouldn’t have even known they were here. Cole knows the owner though—since, apparently, the two of them fight together at the abandoned church here in Blackwater—and these are free to use for anyone who has the privilege of knowing about them.
“Used to bringing people back here, huh?” Gracie asks.
Is that jealousy in her voice?
Fuck, just when I thought I couldn’t get any harder.
I spin around to face her and tilt my head, a smile pulling at my lips which I know she can’t see.
“Nope, never. I just have friends who know about it.” Her tense shoulders relax as my words wash over her, and I smirk to myself.
Oh yeah, my girl was jealous alright.
Though she really has nothing to be jealous about, but it’s not like I can tell her I’ve never been with a single person because the thought of touching anyone but her made me sick to my stomach.
“Are you sure about this, love?” I ask, and her eyes go wide at the endearment. It’s not like she knows I really mean it, though. For all she knows, that could just be my usual vocabulary.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, and I take it as an invitation.
I step into her space, crowding her before I bring my hand up and trail it down her cheek.
God, she’s fucking breathtaking. My only wish is that I could feel her, skin to skin, but I know I can’t take that risk.
“Close your eyes, babe,” I murmur, and her lashes flutter closed. I’m still for a moment, making sure she doesn’t open them before I bring my free hand up, pulling my mask up from the bottom so that my mouth is free before leaning down and pressing my lips to hers.
Fuck me.
It’s chaste, quick, only lasting a second at first as she gasps, but she keeps her eyes closed like I told her to.
So fucking good, listening to my orders.
Satisfied that she isn’t going to take a peek at me, I slam my lips back down on hers, a groan crawling up my throat as I do. She opens for me, letting me sweep my tongue along her lower lip before tangling it with hers andgoddamn, does she taste sweet.
I’d always dreamed of kissing her, of tasting her. I’d had the fantasy for years, but nothing could prepare me for the reality.
I pull her even closer, loving the feel of her smaller body against mine as I deepen the kiss, drowning in her moans and whimpers, trying desperately to hold myself back from stripping her bare and fucking her like a man possessed.
One of my hands roams her body while the other cups the back of her neck. The feeling of her curves under my palm threatens to send me into a tailspin, even if I can’t feel her skin directly.
I’ve never done this before, but that doesn’t make me oblivious, and I’m determined to make this last for as long as possible, since this could very well be the only time it ever happens for me.
I’m not stupid enough to think I could ever get her out of my system.
It already feels like she’s a part of my DNA, and I wouldn’t ever want to erase her touch with someone else’s. Just the thought of it feels like some kind of cardinal sin.
She whimpers into my mouth before pulling back and I quickly slip my mask back in place just as her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me.
Jesus Christ, she looks gorgeous like this. Her eyes are blown wide with lust, her lips pink and swollen from the kiss.
“More,” she whispers. “I need more.”
“Anything you want, love.”
Always. I’d give you anything.
