“All of that was google-able,” I reason, shrugging my shoulders.
He huffs. “Bullshite.”
He takes another step closer to me, but I move to the side, hedging closer to the window and out of his path. If he touches me, I might cave after that speech, because he unknowingly?—
or knowingly, it would seem—hit the nail on the head. He even knows my favorite color is blue; how the fuck does he know that?
“Jade—” Whatever he was about to say is interrupted by a couple coming through the door on the opposite side of our window.
No, not a window—a two-way mirror, and we’re about to get a private show.
They waste no time ripping each other's clothes off before the man has her on the bed with her legs spread. His head dives between her thighs, and she lets out a contented sigh of pleasure that has me shifting on my feet, very aware of the man behind me.
I turn my head slightly to look at Tieran, expecting him to be looking at the scene unfolding in front of us, but instead, his eyes are heavy on me.
I take one step backward.
He takes one step closer.
We’re chest to back, but neither of us pulls away. It’s foolish. I’m playing with fire, and I should leave, remove myself from this situation immediately. One time was an accident—a second time is a choice.
“Mmmm,” Tieran hums close to my ear. “I want to trace the gorgeous flush crawling up your body with my tongue.”
Everything in my body comes alive at his words, and the moans on the other side of the glass grow louder, more desperate.I can relate.
I take another hesitant step backward, colliding with Tieran’s front. His hand immediately comes to my waist when I lose my footing, but he doesn’t let go once I’m stable on my heels. We, or maybe just me, watches as the couple opposite us grunt into each other's skin, having switched positions so she’s laying on top of him, sitting on his face while she focuses her attention on his cock, alternating between stroking and sucking.
Alarm bells ring in the back of my mind, telling me I need to leave. They turn into tornado sirens when Tieran starts softly rubbing my hip through the material of my dress. I can feel him against my ass, and it’s making my thoughts scatter. It’s making me stupid—reckless. I want to feel his hand on my bare skin, want to take what I want for once in my life. After years and years of doing what everyone else around me wants and expects, I want just one goddamn thing for myself.
And IwantTieran. I have from the moment I laid eyes on him in that godforsaken bar.
Subtly, I shift my hips, brushing against his hardened length. He pauses his soft stroking and squeezes my hip—hard. I bite back a moan at that strong grip, wanting more. I rock against him again, tilting my head up, raising my eyebrows, as if to say“well?”
His cornflower blue eyes flit back and forth between mine. “I don’t want you to regret this in the morning,” he whispers.
“Stop trying to reason with me and take what I’m offering.” I push back into his groin again, and this time, his hips buck forward slightly, as if it was involuntary.
His head drops, and he groans into my neck, sending goosebumps up and down my body. “You’re making this impossible for me. I’ve been spending weeks inagony, wanting to put my hands on you. Desperate to reach out and touch your soft skin, sink my teeth into your neck, and hear those sounds you make again.”
My carefully curated control snaps.
“Then touch me. You can be agonized again tomorrow.” I trail my hand up, grabbing his neck and bringing him down, licking at his mouth but not kissing him. Tieran’s arms band around me, his hips bucking into my backside again, and I moan against his mouth.
“Promise me,” he whispers against my lips.
“What?” I chase after him, desperate to feel his kiss obliterate me and put me together at the same time.
“Tell me you won't regret this tomorrow.”
I pull back to see indecision warring across his handsome face. He wants to give me this, he wants this, but he’s trying to do what he thinks is the right thing despite his body crying out for me.
It might be evil, but I give him a little nudge.
“If you don’t want me, I can go find that other guy.” My voice is a husky challenge, smiling an inch away fromhis lips, and his grip tightens to the point of bruising as he pulls me further back into his body.
“It’s like you want me to end up on the news tonight, love.” He licks a path up my neck before catching my ear between his teeth. “Is that what you want? For my name to be splashed over The Sun? Because that’s what will happen if I see anyone else’s hands on you.” His words make me whimper when he places a wet kiss to the skin just below my ear.
“Please,” I beg.
