Wild Nights(18)

His sexy brown eyes pleaded with mine as he reached his hand across the table and covered mine. It was a sweet gesture, and I couldn’t say no. The drink had already been ordered.

“Thanks for coming all this way just to apologize,” I said. “I appreciate that. It’s a little extreme, I will admit. But it was a nice gesture.”

“Molly, are you seeing anyone?” he asked.

“Not anymore,” I said, instantly regretting those words. The smarter choice would’ve been to lie and say that yes, I did have a boyfriend and he’s waiting for me at home right now.

Shit, shit, shit, I thought to myself.

“Well, it’s complicated,” I said. “It’s on again, off again. We talk almost every day.”

I couldn’t tell if he bought it or not, but that damn fucking alcohol was like a truth serum. I needed to slow down on my second drink that was for sure.

“I see,” he said as he tried to read my expression.

I almost asked him why he wanted to know, but I stopped myself. I knew the reason.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “A girl like you won’t stay on the market for much longer.”

“Thanks,” I said as I blushed. Growing up, my mom never allowed me to focus on my looks. She always emphasized inner beauty, which was why it was always so difficult for me to accept compliments about my looks. Imagine her horror when she found out I was going into the beauty industry.

“Seriously,” he continued. “Those eyes. Those lips. That body.”

He bit his lip as if he wanted to pounce on me, and much to my surprise, I could feel myself getting a little stirred up below the belt. I couldn’t believe it, and honestly I was a little angry at myself for letting him get to me like that once again. There was something about him that did that to me.

I glanced up at him through my alcohol induced stupor and drowned in his dreamy gaze, his dark eyes, his dark, freshly-cut hair, and his leather and denim uniform. The tattoos that peeked out from under his collar only served as a reminder of the wild and crazy nights we’d had.

I closed my eyes for a brief second as my body remembered what it felt like to have his hands tracing over every inch of me, feeling me up and down, and going into places deep inside me. He knew what he was doing, there was no question, and if things were a little different, I wouldn’t have minded having another go. But I knew I couldn’t trust him. Not sexually. And I didn’t want this to advance into any sort of friendship or relationship. I wanted this to be the last time we saw each other. I wanted him to move on and lose interest, but that all changed the second he got up and slid next to me on my side of the booth.

“Is it okay if I sit here?” he asked innocently. The smell of leather and woodsy cologne instantly filled the space between us. I could smell the beer on his breath and our eyes connected.

“Sure,” I said with a hint of reluctance. I didn’t know what he was trying to do, but admittedly I was curious.

His arm slipped behind me and he held me around my hips. Our eyes locked and before I even realized what was happening, his mouth was on mine.

It wasn’t a hungry, animalistic kiss. It was the sweetest, most gentle, most tender kiss I’d ever experienced in my life. It wasn’t anything like the way Blaze had kissed me before. I was shocked before as a thousand volts of electricity shot through my body, but I kissed him back. Against my better judgment, my lips moved against his, and soon his tongue made its way between my parted lips.

I could feel myself melting again into a pile of goo. My body wanted him so bad. My body wanted him to ravish me and use me and fuck me and touch me, but the entire time my head was screaming, “NO!”

I pulled away from him for just a second and swilled back the rest of my gin and tonic before going right back to his waiting mouth. I slipped my hands up around his face and ran my fingers through his freshly-trimmed locks.

With every kiss and every reposition and every movement, I could feel myself losing control. I could feel myself giving in to him.

As the rest of the drink warmed through my body, I was officially drunk. I was losing my inhibition one kiss at a time, and the night became nothing more than one hot, sexy blur.





CHAPTER 8





Wednesday morning I woke up with a massive, pounding headache. I had to be to work in a couple of hours, and I knew I was in for a rough day. Doing hair with a major hangover was never a good combination, but I wasn’t going to cancel on my clients. I was booked out for the next six weeks.

I reached down and pulled the covers over my head to drown out the light that was peering in from the pale blue curtains hanging over my window, and suddenly felt a little resistance. There was someone else in my bed.