"They won't notice I'm gone," she says without uncertainty.
"Sounds like you have some good friends." By the looks of the other girls, I can’t say I’m surprised. I suspect they’re conceited, stuck up, and have trouble telling the difference between an ass and an elbow.
"I can’t quite consider them friends." My curiosity has been piqued, wondering more about her now because I suspect she has one hell of a story to tell. Though, by the way she’s been sucking these drinks down, I’m confident I won’t be getting much of anything out of her tonight.
"Well then, I'll make sure you get home safe and sound," I tell her, convincing myself I have control.I'm in control.
She finishes the drink in less time than it took me to finish mine, and I can't imagine how someone her size is handling Crow's concoctions and still standing. They aren't for the weak, that’s for damn sure. After Haven slaps her empty cup down on the bar, she pushes by me and grips her hand around one of her friend's shoulders. I can't hear what she's saying, but her friends look over at me, biting down on their lips with seductive smiles. Apparently,theythink this is as good of an idea as she does.It's not.
Haven stumbles back over to me, wraps her small hand around my bicep, and pulls me out the door. "Put all that on my tab, Crow!" I yell over to him.
Almost the moment the door closes us out of the bar, Haven's hands fist around the collar of my shirt. "Kiss me. Right now," she demands.
Well, that escalated fast. Holy shit, this chick has balls."Hey now, take it easy. We don’t even know each other." Her lips are so fucking pouty and plump. The red gloss she has on is making them look wet…and it's fucking hot. I already live in a cruel world, but this bullshit is just adding to it.
I finger the end of one of her loose curls, tugging with a gentle grip, knowing I shouldn’t be touching her. "That lipstick you got on…damn, girl, you're making this hard."
"Am I?” The small grin perking at her lips is a little devious, yet questionable at the same time. “So—so then, why fight it?" The volume of her voice softens and the confidence she’s been carrying around all night has diminished. Despite her bold words, I see insecurity in her eyes, allowing me to see right through her and this game she’s playing. Any other girl would have hit me up with a smart-ass comment about them wanting to makemehard. Not her, though. While wondering what about me and my life seems so attractive to her, I’m dying to know if she knows anything about my history. Is that what this is all about? Empathy?
With the little resistance I can manage, I curl my fingers around her ear and lean forward a little. "I don't kiss women I pick up at a bar, and I don't kiss on the first date."
She releases a sigh, looking crushed and pained—pretty much the same way the lower half of my body is feeling at the moment. Regardless, I kind of love how disappointed she looks.
"Whatdoyou do on a first date, Raine Carson?" Her brow arches with question, waiting for an answer she thinks I’m going to give her.
"This isn't a date," I tell her.
"And we didn't meet at the bar. So, you can fucking kiss me."Holy hell. She is a determined little thing.
I step in a little closer to her, leaving little space between us. "You want me to kiss you?" I run the tip of my tongue along my bottom lip and narrow my focus in on her mouth. "Where do you want me to kiss you?" Trying my hardest to cause more discomfort, I drop my gaze down the length of her body while taking notice of the quickening rise and fall of her chest. She doesn't know what she's asking for. I may have saved her from getting mauled by some of those other assholes in there tonight, but she needs to learn not to ask for things she isn't prepared to handle.
Her breath hitches in response to my question. As her chest expands and retracts at a quick rate, she takes a step away from me.
"Well, what's it going to be?” she asks with a hint of unease.
“Why me?" I respond. She doesn't know one damn thing about me, and she's been studying me from inside her bedroom window for months. Shouldn't she be concerned with sipping tea, wearing cute dresses, and talking like she's either from another decade or a weird part of England? Girls like Haven don't fall all over worthless shitheads like me.
I steal the foot of space she forced between us, pushing her up against the brick wall of the bar, all without touching her. Mesmerized by the rhythm of her breasts moving up and down, knowing full well what I’m causing, I press my body up against hers, letting my cock harden against her stomach. Her breath is erratic and fanning over my neck, bringing me to a point where I'm going to get myself into trouble. "Tell me to stop," I growl, knowing I may be about to lose at my own game. Haven nods and I press my hands into the wall around her head as I lean down, hovering my mouth over hers. "I want to taste your red lips, but you don't know what you're getting yourself into."
"Please kiss me," she begs.
I'm damn proud of my restraint as I pull away, watching a struggle blaze through her as she searches for her next breath. "I only agreed to get some air." This girl is red, hot trouble.
I can’t decide if she’s embarrassed or angry when she turns away and stumbles back into the bar. Knowing her friends are inside, I’m convinced she’s better off with them tonight than she would be if she kept pursuing me. With a struggle against desire, I head away from Crow’s and call it a night.Of course, she’s got be the damn mayor’s daughter.
