And then I capture his gorgeous mouth in a kiss.
“Fucking finally,” he rasps, his hands cupping my face, his tongue sliding against mine.
There’s no hesitation. No holding back now.
My fingers fist in his shirt, a contented moan escaping my throat as he drags me flush to him, his hard length pressing against me.
Hell yes. I need him.
The noise surrounding us fades. The bar, the music, the people—gone.
Nothing but Eddie, his mouth possessing me as his hands slide down my body, cupping my ass and lifting me. I don’t think, I react. My legs wrap around his waist, locking him in my embrace. His hands palm my ass as he presses my back against the wall, grinding into me.
Teasing me. Torturing me.
He tears his mouth from mine, and I run my fingers along his lips, writhing against him when he swirls his tongue along the tips.
His eyes lock on me, rabid intensity burning in their depths, his breathing ragged as he holds me hostage in his embrace. “You feel that? You feel what you’re doing to me?”
I nod, running my fingers over his hair and pulling him close. “Never stop.”
He groans, burying his face against my shoulder. “You say that again and I’m stripping you down right here.”
Will he do it? Bigger question is, will I?
I’m never forward with affection. Never make a show in public.
But with Eddie? I don’t give a damn.
It’s not the neon drinks or the loneliness or the fact that it’s my birthday. I crave him, and I’ll do anything to keep his hands and mouth on me.
I nudge his face up and capture his lower lip between my teeth, earning a low growl of approval. “Never stop.”
Chapter 8
The Paleolithic Interruption
Eddie
Jesus Christ, this woman can kiss. If this is what her dreams are like, I’m already in trouble, because I’m as hard as a fucking rock, desperately clinging to my last threads of control.
When she whispers those words against my mouth, telling me never to stop, I’m ready to carry her to the bathroom and rip every stitch of clothing from her body.
Sink inside her and make sure the entire bar hears her moans.
Easy does it, man. Kiki deserves better than that.
Besides, I need to take my time with her. Explore every inch of her gorgeous body.
One thing is for certain—thank God for her cousin, Billie.
At first, I worried I had read everything wrong, especially with Billie’s territorial maneuver, pulling me onto the dance floor.
But then she mentioned Kiki’s dreams and I damn near lost my mind.
Kiki doesn’t know how many times I’ve thought about thatnight, replaying those sexy moans in my head, wondering who was pulling them out of her.
Wondering if it was me.
