She slides over the booth, and I don’t throw an arm over her like I want to. The leather couch squeaks as she moves closer to me, her thigh gently touching mine as she turns her body toward me. Her big, expressive eyes tremble in the low light. This girl is fucking scared. Nervous?
I push it aside as I take her in. My eyes can’t get enough of the smoothness of her skin, the way the dress folds over her tits and ass, and her lips, slightly puffy as though from a bee sting.
“So is this where you’re going to make me come with your tongue?” The last bit shakes from her voice in a nervous laugh.
“If that’s what you want, sure.”
She inhales deeply and exhales in a shuddering breath. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”
“I do.”
My finger runs along her jaw, turning her face toward mine so that those stung lips are right under mine. I hold her there the same way I’d hold her over the edge of a cliff. She trembles, waiting for me to make the first move. Her breath mists over my face and then she shakes her head.
“No, I can’t.”
No. Yes. No. Yes. Make up your fucking mind.
“I’m sorry. I can’t while he’s still in my life.”
Like I give a fuck about stepping on some other douchebag’s toes.
Her brown eyes widen. “Seriously, if he saw me with someone else he’d—”
“Elena.”
My thumb moves across her cheek, under those beautiful, blowjob lips that I’d love to give a test run.
“What?”
“Shut up.”
Then I kiss her.
It’s like an instant high the moment my lips touch hers. The heat I’ve been watching flush her skin burns into my mouth. My hands drop down her silky neck, and I take a fistful of her hair and sweep it aside. Blood pounds through my veins as my tongue sweeps over her bottom lip. Then I grasp the base of her neck, my cock pounding with blood.
She pulls away from me with a painful yelp, her hands flying to her neck, where I notice shadows of purple. What the fuck? Are those bruises?
My chest slowly fills with heat as I connect the dots. Elena lets her hands fall from her neck and shakes her hair back into place, flattening it nervously.
“I—this is a bad idea.”
My cock screams for me to keep going, to pin her down and lick her from head to toe.
“If it’s a bad idea, why did you follow me in here?”
Elena’s fingers linger on my chest. A flare of warmth spreads where she touches me and she lifts her head.
“I was selfish.”
A weak feeling seizes my chest when she says that. I don’t know why. “You’re not selfish for wanting me. Ditch the loser and come home with me.”
A sad smile twitches across her face. “You make it sound so simple.”
“It is.”
I bend my head again, taking her lips in mine before she can utter a protest. Ah—fuck, the way she feels, her body rubbing against mine, her soft lips. Her palm rides my chest, the heel digging into my muscles. I just can’t wait another moment without knowing what her tits feel like, so I brush my palm against the warm curve of her breast. My thumb kneads her hard nipple as I deepen the kiss. She utters a moan against my lips that makes my dick throb. I squeeze her and then my hand moves to her waist and I take a handful of her flesh.
“Ow!”
Elena breaks off the kiss with a painful cry, and I snatch my hand away as if it were burned. Jesus, is she covered in bruises?
Small tears bead in her dark eyes and a surge of rage flashes across my eyes.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She shakes her head, dismissive. “It’s fine.”
Like hell it is.
“Who is your ex?”
“Why?”
“So I can beat the shit out of him.”
It bursts out of me before I can really think about what I’m saying, but it occurs to me that I really want to do this. I want to find the prick and bash his fucking head in. What kind of man hits a woman? It boils my blood to see this kind of shit. I’m no white knight, but I want this girl to not flinch when I touch her.
“Yeah, that’s not a good idea.”
Surprise rattles through my head. “Are you one of those chicks that keeps running back to the guy who beats you up?”
The icy glare she shoots me says it all. “Fuck you.”
“Then why’s it not a good idea?”
“Look, you seem like a tough guy and all, but my ex is—ah, connected.”
Connected. He’s in the mob? Huh. Interesting.
“You can say the word, you know. It’s not a bad one. Mafia.”
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. “He’s a wise guy.”
“So am I, hon.”
The energy shifts between us. All of a sudden, it’s tense. I reach down to my ankle and show her the piece I have strapped there. She sits up straighter and I have to laugh at her startled expression. An apprehensive look overcomes her face.