Wraith scoffed, narrowing his gaze. “You think you’re gonna remember anything from this night?”
She glanced up at the ceiling and scrunched her nose. “Probably not.” She brushed her hair from her face, and whispered, “Tell me anyway.”
“December fourth.”
She leaned closer, and an earthy scent mixed with tequila engulfed his senses. This woman would be in a lot of pain tomorrow.
“December fourth.” She nodded. “I promise I’ll remember, Wraith.”
He scoffed. “I didn’t remember yours.”
She waved her hand. It was a chain reaction, swaying her body to the side. He grabbed her arms, steadying her.
“I don’t expect anyone to remember me.” Her eyes shifted over his shoulder. When he looked back, he saw the vase of flowers. “Except Taryn.”
Cleo had no idea she’d slipped and outed her secret friendship with the Ghosttown East old lady. He’d make a mental note to monitor her the next time she decided to get trashed. Divulging that information in front of the wrong member could get her in a lot of trouble.
“And…” She smacked the back of her hand against his shoulder and lifted her arm, spinning her bracelets. “And Ghost.” Cleo lowered her voice. “But if you feel guilty, you can give me something.”
He scanned her face as she inched closer.
Wraith was crouched down in front of her, putting them at eye level. It was rare he saw her from this view. He towered over her by at least a foot when standing. Her smile was loose, a telltale sign of being inebriated. He glanced over at the open bathroom door. He needed to grab her aspirin before he left. He was about to stand when she grabbed his jaw, catching him off guard, and he stiffened. She’d touched him before but not this intimately. The pads of her fingers sank into his beard, caressing his jaw, and had his blood heating. She leaned closer, and before he could pull away, her lips brushed against him. Soft and unsure as if she was testing the waters on kissing.
He grabbed her wrists, which should’ve stopped her. It didn’t. Cleo jerked forward, moving her lips over his mouth. It would take only seconds to end it. He could overpower her, push her away, and be out the door before she even opened her eyes. It’s what he should’ve done.
Her warm breath spread over his mouth as her lips movedslowly. Inexperienced. Cleo had no clue what she was doing. Or so he thought. Her tongue licked the seam of his mouth, begging for entry as she dug her nails into his skin. She inched closer, and her hair brushed against his neck. The simple touch heightened his desire and he parted his lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She tasted like a combination of earthy smoke and bitter tequila. And he couldn’t get enough. He stroked her tongue, deepening the kiss. How long had he waited for this?
Cleo moaned into his mouth, and it set off something in his mind. Finally, a little clarity.What the fuck am I doing?He tightened his grip on her wrists and tore his mouth away. Her eyes were barely open, and a small smile played on her lips.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the day I met you.” Her voice was low, and her words were slurred but clear enough for him to hear her.
“Yeah?” His husky tone did nothing to mask his desire.
She fluttered her lashes, staring at his mouth. “I want to do it again.”
Fuck, so do I!
Wraith didn’t even try to stop her when she leaned forward, sliding her lips across his mouth. He wanted this way too much and had zero control resisting her. He slid his hands around her waist and up her back, pulling her closer. Her tongue tangled with his, and a growling rumble echoed through his chest. He’d waited too long, making it nearly impossible to stop. But…
Wraith pulled away slightly, loosened his hold enough to slowly guide her back to the bed and her head down on the pillow. He gently pulled her hands away from his jaw, settling them by her sides. Her eyes were closed, and she wiggled onto her side, tucking her hand under her pillow.
He walked into the bathroom, grabbing aspirin and her trash can, which he set next to her bed. He twisted off the cap of her water. She was going to be weak and struggling enough tomorrow. He didn’t want her fighting with the water bottle. A soft snore echoed through the room. Her hair was covering half herface, and without thinking he brushed his knuckles against her cheek, swiping it away.
So fucking perfect.
Wraith wasn’t sure if it was Cross’s scolding, Ace’s speech, Cleo’s confession, or a combination of all, but something had changed. He’d waited long enough. They both had. Wraith was done.
He grabbed the keys from her dresser, flicked off the light, closed the door, and locked her inside. He stared down the empty hallway, fisting the keys in his hand. His body was tense, muscles tight, and his cock screamed for release. Just one kiss and she had him hard as a steel rod.
It’s gonna be a long fucking night.
Chapter Nine
I’m never drinking again.
Two days later, and she was finally getting over her hangover. She woke up the day after her birthday with a blasting headache, unable to keep anything down. She was mildly aware of Ghost and Joker checking up on her, but every time she woke up from her naps there was a fresh plate of food, water, and aspirin on her nightstand. Apparently, her drunken night had made the rounds at the clubhouse, and Ace ordered her to stay in bed. She wouldn’t be working for the next few days. Cleo didn’t argue. She needed that time to recover.
After a shower, she got dressed in sweats and a T-shirt, and rolled her shoulders, feeling the ache in her bones. How much did she drink with Ghost? She walked downstairs, trying to combat the nervous energy sprinting through her body and the heat racing through her veins. After the altercation about the flowers with the girls from the party, her memories from that night were a bit fuzzy. She had snippets of events, one being her forcibly kissing Wraith. It could’ve been a figment of her imagination, but when she relayed back a few small blurred memories to Joker while he was dropping off some food, he confirmed their accuracy, leading her to believe she did, in fact, kiss Wraith.
