“Good. I don’t want anyone who isn’t related to you touching you enough to find out.”
“You’re possessive.”
“Is that going to be a problem?”
“I’m not sure.” She dips her chin slightly. “I think I might like that too.” Naomi lifts her head back to meet my eyes. I don’t think she meant to say that second part out loud.
“I haven’t found a thing I don’t like about you.”
“Give it time.”
Then she surprises the fuck out of me by pressing her mouth to mine.
It could be a trap. Naomi lured me out to strike. To pull my attention away, but I don’t give a fuck. She can stab me in the gut right now, and I’d keep kissing her until I breathed my last breath.
Chapter Six
NAOMI
I’m not sure who is more surprised about the kiss, Paxton or me. I think I caught us both off guard. I go to pull back, not having a clue what I’m doing, but Paxton leans in, pressing his mouth firmer to mine.
His hand on my thigh tightens, and a surge of wet heat floods me. Paxton strokes that flame when he slides his tongue across the seam of my lips and I part them. That’s all he needs to deepen the kiss, and I find myself kissing him back, my tongue stroking against his. I never imagined I would enjoy kissing, but I think that’s exactly what I’m doing.
A small whimper leaves me when I realize how far up my thigh his hand has slid, and I have parted my thighs more for him. His kiss is distracting and lethal, but that doesn’t stop me. In fact, I want more.
The kiss turns hotter. It’s no longer his tongue stroking against mine. Now he’s pulling and sucking. My mind flashes to that same mouth between my legs. The thought takes me by surprise, and I pull back, but he doesn’t release his hold on the back of my neck that his hand has cupped. It’s a mix of gentle but firm.
A steady force that is there to keep you close and protected but isn’t taking all the control from you. It’s strangely comforting.
“What are you doing to me?”
“I thought I was flirting with you.” He cocks his head to the side, giving me a playful smile.
“That was interesting,” Mac clucks, snapping me fully back to reality.
I’m in a club, not paying attention to what’s happening around me. I always pay attention. It’s my nature. I don’t randomly kiss strangers or act with such abandon. This man has me off-kilter, and I’m not sure if I love or hate it. Maybe it’s a little of both.
“No one would get close enough to touch you.” How does he know what I’m thinking? A lick of uncertainty and other things I can’t place swirl inside of me. It’s the alcohol. I pick up my glass and drink the rest of it. He leans in to whisper into my ear, “I want you, Naomi. I’ll do what I have to so that I can have you.”
“What if I don’t want you?” I mean, just because I kissed him doesn’t mean I want him. Maybe I was just curious and wanted to see what all the rave was about.
“Like I said, I’ll do what I have to.” His hands drop completely, pulling away from me as he stands. I ball my hands into fists to fight the strange urge I have to grab him and yank him back down to sit next to me. “Tomorrow, Sunshine.” I watch as he turns and leaves.
“Whoa, what was that?” Mac asks, taking the seat that Paxton was in. I touch my lips. They tingle, and I can still feel him there. I feel him everywhere, in fact. His touch between my thighs and the back of my neck. They all linger.
“I don’t know.” I have this urge to follow him, but I won’t. I’m annoyed that he just up and left. In fact, the more I think about it, the madder I get. “He just left.”
“Well, let’s start with where the fuck did he come from?”
“It’s a popular club.”
“Seriously?” Mac closes her eyes, shaking her head. “He knew you were here, and I’m shocked you’re not saying that too.” Mac is right. I’m not sure how to feel about that.
“Do I get to blame it on the alcohol?” I ask, making her laugh. I should be concerned that he knew where I was, but my mind keeps going between the kiss and, as stupid and small as it should be, him calling me beautiful.
“You okay?” Mac asks.
“I don’t know.” That’s the honest truth. Within a short time, Paxton has upended my entire world.
