The busboy moves off the crate and ambles back inside the bar, leaving us alone. I exhale, rubbing a hand over the back of my neck and trying to find the right words. I stare at her boots, licking my lips and searching for the courage to just tell her.
“I said that because I’m realizing that I have developed … unique feelings toward you.” I glance back up at her face, seeing her eyes widen.
Be a man. Just say it.
“And I’ve never really felt this way before. I—shit, I just said something stupid because I … it turns me on when you do it to me. And I don’t want other guys feeling that way about you.” It’s painful, but I manage to get the words out.
The pure shock flashes across her face. Her cheeks warm, and her lips part as she lets out a soft gasp.
My chest aches. She takes a step closer to me, searching my face. My entire body feels like it’s being set on fire when her hand reaches out and grabs the front ofmy shirt. She pushes up on her toes and pulls me down to her, crushing her lips against mine.
I don’t know what I expected her to do, but it wasn’t this. I lean into the kiss, letting her keep the control over how intense it gets.
I want her to take the lead. She’s so fragile right now. I’ll be whoever she needs me to be tonight, even if she’s not sure what she wants after this. And I really don’t want her to have another panic attack.
She pulls me closer, brushing her body up against mine. I reach around to cup her lower back. She whimpers, tilting her head to the side. My free hand moves up to cup the side of her face, fingers threading through her hair.
Her tongue swipes against my lips hungrily. I let her in, increasing the intensity when I dip my head down, scooping her up under her butt with one arm. She lifts her legs and wraps them around my waist. Her body settles over me, her heat rubbing against the growing erection in my jeans.
She makes me hard almost instantly. I walk us back to the brick wall of the building, pressing her up against it. She moans when my dick fully brushes up against the slit between her legs. Her hips grind against me, and I see stars when the denim of my Wranglers rubs over the sensitive underside of my erection.
“Baby, you’re playing with fire here.” I pull back from the kiss, panting against her lips.
She moves over to my neck, kissing me and continuing to grind her hips against mine. Her lips find my earlobe, and she sucks in a way that makes me see stars.
I reach down with my free hand and grab her butt, whichis fully exposed to the night air with her skirt pushed up past her hips.
“Darlin’, do you wanna do this right here? I can get us a ride back to the house.”
I don’t want to expose her to anyone who might come out the back door or up the alleyway from another bar. I can hear the drunk people meandering up and down the nearby streets.
“I want it right now,” she whispers into my ear, grinding against me again. “Don’t think about it. Just do it.”
I’m at risk of coming in my pants if she does that one more time.
I pull back, searching her eyes. “What?”
She licks her swollen lips. “Give it to me now.”
I squeeze her ass, looking into her eyes to determine how drunk she is. “Are you drunk?”
She shakes her head. “I want you. Please?”
“I don’t have a condom.” I swallow, wondering if this is a good idea, out here in the open.
We could get arrested.
Or I could miss my chance to be with Dallas Hayes. It might not happen again. She could hate me tomorrow morning.
“I’m on birth control. And I got tested a month ago.”
I kiss her lips gently, my hand cupping her face. When I pull back, her eyelids are lowered.
“I’m clean too. And you’re about to make me bust in my damn jeans.”
She bites her lower lip, twisting her hips up again. “You could bust in me instead.”
Her hand moves down to my button. I shift her body up to give her better access to me. I reach my hand between us, finding the thong covering her already soaked through. My thumb swirls in a circle over her clit. She groans, finally getting the button undone and sliding my zipper down. When I slide her thong over, she hisses at the contact.
