A surge of possessiveness knocks my breath away, but that doesn’t stop me grabbing her face and kissing her. She makes a surprised sound against my mouth, then melts into it, her hands fisting in my shirt.
When I finally pull back, her lips are swollen and her eyes are dazed.
“What was that?” she breathes.
“I wanted to taste the mousse,” I murmur back.
Across the table, Rooke’s gone still—eyes dark, breathing shallow. From the way he shifts in his seat when our eyes meet, there’s a hard on in his lap he’s trying very hard to hide.
Good.
Let him want.
“Check, please,” Rooke calls out, not taking his eyes off us as he signals the waiter with a flick of his hand.
Haven grins at me, and I can’t help grinning back.
Maybe this is insane.
Maybe we’re all fucking crazy.
But for the first time in weeks, I don’t fucking care if this is normal or not.
It feels…different, but in the best way. Like I’ve been listening to music underwater my entire life and for the first time, I’m not submerged anymore.
All I know is, I’m going to enjoy every breath I can take up here until someone tries to drown me again.
Chapter 35
Haven
We’ve only just stepped outside The Railyard when Kai grabs a fistful of my hair and kisses me. Somehow we keep walking, stumbling awkwardly in an effort not to let our lips part from each other, his hand finding my tit before we even make it across the parking lot.
As soon as we come up to Bastian’s Land Rover, Kai shoves me against the back driver-side door.
“Not an ounce of patience between you two,” Bastian murmurs beside us, his keys jangling as he fishes them from his pocket.
“Fuck patience.” Kai’s hand shoves between my thighs, and I gasp as he slips a finger inside me right out in the open where anyone walking past could see.
Thankfully, it’s dark out here and nearly midnight, so the parking lot is practically empty. There’s a bridge a short distance away, but even that area seems deserted. Something about the arrangement of streetlights and utility poles is tugging at my mind, but I’m too drunk and horny to care.
“Just let me get the door open—” Bastian begins, but Kai cuts him off with an annoyed sound.
“Red? Fuckingred, Professor.”
Bastian lets out a sigh. “I know you’re not as dumb as you’re pretending to be.”
I moan because Kai’s palm is applying just the right amount of pressure to my clit as he grinds his hand against me. I roll my head against the car, giving Bastian such a lusty smile, he drops his car keys.
“Red means stop, right?” Kai says. “So fucking stop cockblocking me and let me finger my girlfriend in peace!”
Bastian turns to give Kai a look that could curdle milk. “Yourgirlfriend?” he repeats slowly. “The one I had my tongue in less than an hour ago?”
“Still my girlfriend.”
“Still my tongue.”
“Oh my God.” I shove Kai away from me, tugging my dress back down my thighs. “Can we not do this right now? I’m horny as fuck, and I’m not wearing underwear.”
