Like some kind of sick fuck that couldn’t get enough of her, he watched as she set her fork down and kept talking to Tatum. But everything else narrowed, and he had tunnel vision as he followed the length of her arm, and moved his gaze over the creamy swatch of skin that he could see above the collar of her shirt. Damn, her collarbones had his tongue actually swelling with the need to run it across those delicate bones. He had always thought that part of the female body was attractive, but on Adrianna it was tenfold. Her breasts pressed snugly against the top Tatum had given her, and he forced himself to pull his gaze away from her and stop being a bastard. But when he looked at her face it was to see her staring at him. He should have felt ashamed for checking her out, but he knew she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. That was clear when they kissed.
She turned and stared at him then, as if she had felt his gaze on her. They stared at each other for several long seconds. Tuck sat beside him, and although Malice heard the other man speaking to him, he was honestly lost in his own fucked-up world. God, what he wouldn’t give to have Adrianna right now, but he wouldn’t be rough and hard with her like he was accustomed to with other women. He’d be gentle, and touch her so she knew that this wasn’t just about sticking his dick in her and getting off. He wanted her to be right there with him, to feel everything he did to her and plead for more. Malice wanted her breath to coast along his sweat-soaked skin, and he wanted her nails to be deep in his body as she held on while he slowly pushed inside of her sweet body and pulled out with just as much anguished detail. His breathing started to increase as those images played through his mind, but to him it was just him and Adrianna at this table. Everything else faded in the background. She still watched him, and he noticed the subtle changes in her to alert him to the fact she was growing aroused, too. If he felt this much lust pounding through his veins no doubt she could see the physical signs of it, too.
“Malice.”
His name being said beside him more firmly had Malice snapping out of the haze and turning to look at Tuck. The other man was leaning back in his chair, this cocky smirk on his face.
He leaned forward, and in a low voice that only Malice could hear said, “Get your shit together, man. You look like you are about to jump across this table and mount Adrianna in front of everyone.”
Malice glowered at Tuck, but didn’t look at Adrianna again. He did need to get himself under control, but the truth was he felt like he was a teenager all over again that had just gotten his dick wet and didn’t know how to keep cool. He nodded once, and when Tuck was leaning back in his chair again he grabbed his napkin, wiped his face, and excused himself. He’d go to the bathroom and jerk off like an asshole, and try to ease this need for her enough that he could actually be a foot from her and not feel like his dick would tear right through his jeans. He still hadn’t talked to her yet about him wanting her as his old lady, and honestly he didn’t know how she would react. Yeah, she might want him, but sexual need was a hell of a lot different from being his old lady. Maybe she just saw him as this knight in shining white armor that had saved her? Maybe she wanted him because of a psychological thing? Like she connected with him because he saved her? He scrubbed a hand over his face and moved down the hallway. He didn’t know shit about that kind of stuff, but what he did know was that he wouldn’t know for sure what she wanted with him unless he talked to her. The sooner he did it the better he could put his mind and his hard-on at ease.
****
“This is bullshit, Sarah.” Kink paced right outside of the barn, and inhaled angrily from his cigarette.
“It’s not, Kink. I have found someone that makes me happy, and if that means I have to go with him to California to stay happy then I am.”
He inhaled again, and exhaled just as harshly. “I don’t care if you are happy or not, or if you fucking move, but taking my kid all way to another fucking state because you have been dating a guy for a total of three damn months, is not going to fucking fly.” Kink was beyond pissed. He thought calling her and talking about this—again—would help things. He had been dead fucking wrong. He should have just gone over there again and demanded this bullshit be put to rest.
“You don’t have a choice in this. I have custody, and she is a minor—”
“If I have to take you to court to make sure you don’t run off with her I will.”
She sighed, and that annoyed sound grated on his nerves. “I don’t want a custody battle, and I don’t want to make this a war, Kink.”