Break My Fall(7)

Smiling, he asked, “Yes to a drink with me, or yes you can speak?”

He was flirting with me. I knew enough to at least know that. However, this guy was way out of my league. He could eat me up for breakfast. I was not going to encourage him. I couldn’t handle him.

“Both,” I said. Wait, I shouldn’t have said that. I slapped my hand over my mouth in surprise and he chuckled, eyes twinkling, exposing that damn dimple again. Music was pumping from the stereo in our living room, but I swear I could hear my heart hammering above it. I wondered if he could too.

Pressing close enough to my body that I could count the abs beneath his shirt, he reached over my head and pulled two glasses from the cupboard. As he poured our drinks I concentrated on keeping my breathing even. This was the closest a man had been to me in a while and my body seemed to be awakening from eighteen years of hibernation.

Handing me a glass, he clunked it with his. “Cheers,” he drawled and tipped his glass back. My legs weakened as I watched his throat move as he swallowed. He looked at me expectantly and I cleared my throat and tipped my drink back, gulping it down sloppily.

He took my glass from me and I reached around to hold the counter for support. A drop of liquor trickled from my chin to my throat. I watched him watch me. His gaze flickered from my eyes to my neck. He smiled darkly, a low growl escaped his throat.

Oh, Sweet Jesus.

He bent his head to my neck and I felt something hot and wet sweep across my throat. Lifting his head, his piercing blue eyes locked on mine. “Hmm, sweetest fucking shot I ever tasted.”

I stood staring at him with my mouth hanging open. I didn’t know what to say.

Did he just lick me?

I could vaguely hear wolf whistles in the background, but my focus was completely on him. He poured me another shot and pressed it into my hand. “Drink.”

I held the glass with trembling hands and brought it to my mouth. I could barely concentrate he was pressed so close to me. I could feel something hard nudge my belly and I reddened with realization. He smirked noticing my train of thoughts and I tossed my drink back quickly, ignoring the burning in my throat. There was a far hotter fire, burning deep in my belly.

He moved quickly, one of his hands swooped around to clasp the back of my neck, the other clenched my hip. I opened my mouth in surprise and he lowered his head, crushing his lips against mine. He growled against my lips and I swear I nearly melted.

Holy Mary mother of God, I couldn’t breathe, I was drowning in him.

I should be afraid of this, of him, but the only emotion bubbling to the surface was desire.

My body betrayed my sensible nature and my arms wrapped around his neck, squeezing him closer to me. I strained my head up towards him. He was so much taller than me that it was a struggle to reach him. His lips were soft, but demanding and when his tongue invaded my mouth I forgot where I was, I forgot who I was.





I stroked my tongue against his, not sure if I was doing it right. I guessed I was because he groaned and dug his fingers into my hip. My hands gripped his hair, pulling him any which way I didn’t know. I clung to him, my knees weakened and I sagged in his arms.

He sucked on my lip, running his tongue across my lip before probing deep inside my mouth. I bet he could touch my tonsils with that tongue of his. When he stroked the roof of my mouth, I cried out embarrassingly loud. His hand moved from my neck to clutch my throat and that move should have scared me, but instead, it was thrilling. My body responded to his touch, my breasts tightened and I pressed closer to him. The hard muscles in his broad shoulders tensed under my hands.

Somewhere in my mind I knew this was bad. This was everything I wanted to leave behind, but my body was in control and my body wanted him, more of him. I moaned into his mouth and he held me tighter. His hands moved to my waist, his lips never left mine as he hoisted me onto the counter. Mmm, this was much better. His pushed my legs apart and stepped between them. One of his hands curled under my shirt and I felt myself dampening down there as he used his other hand to drag me roughly towards him.

In the next moment, he wrenched away from me. I whimpered from the lack of contact, scrambling to clear my frantic mind.

“What the hell do you think are you doing?”

I opened my eyes to see very angry redhead standing between us. She looked at blue eyes with disgust and then turned to glare at me with a look of pure poison. He merely shrugged as he stared at me, wiping the corner of his mouth with his fingers. I blushed scarlet.

Reaching past me, he grabbed a bottle of beer and then leaned towards my ear. “Best fucking shot ever,” he whispered.

I just sat there mouth open, staring at the back of him as he left the room with the redhead hot on his heels.