“Don’t be sorry. I’d love to take more shots with you if I could.”
Somehow, her words exploded through me like fireworks, and I shifted in my seat, hoping my cock wouldn’t stiffen too much. There wasn’t a cape to hide it under this time.
“Oh, I almost forgot to ask! How was your date?” Zola sipped her wine. When she saw the look on my face, she grimaced and slowly brought the glass down to the bar. “Uh oh. Your face tells me it wasn’t good.”
“She was supposed to be here almost two and half hours ago. She never showed.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I was about to leave when you sat down beside me.”
“Wow, that’s awful. I’m sorry, Mateo. I think standing someone up is so rude. It’s easy to send a text or a quick call. Anything.”
“I agree. But now that you’re here, my night has gotten considerably better.”
Zola’s cheeks flushed a deeper red, and she chewed on her bottom lip. The urge to kiss her was strong. So strong I could barely ignore it. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” My beer arrived, and I took a long pull before leaning closer to her. “I’m dying to kiss you.”
Zola gasped, and the sound made my dick harder.
“Since I saw your gorgeous face yesterday, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I’ve tried to ignore it, but it’s no use. My date not showing and then you walking in the door- all of it means something. That our bodies aren’t lying to us. What we feel is real. And I’m pretty damn sure you want to kiss me, too.” The words spilled out of me with no control. I never paid a damn lick of attention to any woman, but Zola…she was different. Special. Everything I could ever want. I didn’t care if she was older or if she had a kid. All I cared about was tasting her.
Touching her.
Claiming her as mine in all the naughtiest ways.
“Mateo…” Zola breathed, and my blood pounded in my ears. “I’m thirty-five and I have an eight-year-old daughter. You don’t want me. You want someone young and without a kid and?—”
“No. None of that matters. I want you. However old you are, whatever package deal you are, I want you. All of you.”
Zola said nothing as our gazes locked on each other.
The bar, the music, the chatter, all of it fell away, only the two of us, as time stopped.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked.
“Yes, please.” Zola bit on her lip again, and I choked back a groan.
This woman was about to be the death of me.
And I welcomed every second of it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Zola
Mateo pinnedme up against the side of his truck and pressed his body against mine. In the dimly lit parking lot, without a soul around, he brought his mouth inches from mine and didn’t move.
Time stopped.
Everything around me fell away.
How is this real life?
Our breaths mixed, and our chests rose and fell together.
All I could picture, all I could imagine, was his lips on mine.
And then they were.
Mateo moved slowly at first, getting the feel for my mouth, exploring, savoring, and taking his time, coaxing me open and out of my shell. I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, unable to resist anymore, helpless to the power he held over me.
