“I don’t do so well in crowds, and this seemed like the best hiding place until you showed up. I was here first, so technically, it would be you stalking me. Why are you running? You look like you have the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders.” She sits up suddenly and draws closer until our knees are touching, her warmth soaking through my jean covered legs.
I debate if I should admit I’m hiding from my ex along with her so-called boyfriend, and the rest of the world. I’m here to put on a face and try to mend my team back together but anger burns through my body. Or do I tell her I needed fresh air from the smell of stale beer, overpowering perfume, and the prying eyes?
“I’m not running. It was getting warm in there, and I needed fresh air,” I tell her, pointing my thumb over my shoulder, and watch her blue eyes widen at whatever she there with a groan escaping her parted lips.
She takes me by surprise when she quickly stands from her lounger and plants her delicate, round ass on my knee, sitting sideways. Her ice-cold fingers grip my jaw so I’m glancing down into her upturned face with her minty breath fanning across my lips, and I feel something move in my chest right over my heart. I can’t breathe, and she’s the only thing that’s going to allow me to draw in another breath.
“Do you trust me?” she whispers as she draws closer, her eyes flicking between mine as she waits for my answer, studying me like I’m a great mystery she can’t figure out.
I notice her eyes aren’t just a light blue. A darker ring of blue hides in the depths, and it reminds me of the darker and lighter parts of the ocean clashing. You don’t notice that part about her until you’re close enough.
“Absolutely not. I trust no one,” I rasp out huskily, not even realizing my hand is curving around her upper thigh to draw her closer on my lap. Her warmth seeps into my fingers, and I enjoy her shiver at my touch with lust showing in her eyes even when she tries to hide it.
“Good. Me either, but it looks like we’ve run out of opinions here,” she says before angling her head to the side as her arms wind around the back of my neck. Then she drags me down until her lips lightly touch mine.
I hear something behind me that sounds like the glass door sliding open because the music from inside is suddenly pounding outside, and it pops the quiet bubble we’re in. Multiple voices are shouting, but I don’t give a fuck. The world could be set on fire and I wouldn’t give a damn, because all my focus is on this girl in my lap kissing me as lightly as a feather. Our lips are just placed against each other in the gentlest way, as if we dare not move, until it hits home that this is really happening. She’s frozen, her long lashes fluttering against her cheeks, then she opens her eyes really slowly with a gasp leaving her perfect as fuck mouth.
She may have started this but I’m going to finish it. I can’t help myself, my control slipping away by the second, and I just have to have one taste. I slide my hand up her spine until I’m grasping the back of her neck gently from behind, and I give a gentle squeeze to let her know I’m right here with her. My thumb skims over her thundering pulse, that’s going as fast as butterfly wings, and I can’t stop thinking about how damn soft her lips are, how perfectly they fit against mine. She tugs on my hair, making me groan, and I dive in like my life depends on it. I angle my head and devour her lips, skimming mine over hers again and again, all the while taking the moan she gives me. Her tongue traces my bottom lip with enthusiasm and goes in to stroke against mine in the slowest movement, and I feel like I could kiss her for an eternity and never grow tired.
What is this girl doing to me? The way her body presses against mine, her scent that drives me wild with hunger, and the little pleased noises coming out her delicious as fuck mouth has my cock harder than it’s ever been. She feels like heaven and hell, like she might bring me to great heights and burn me at the same time. An addictive burnt caramel smell comes off her rosy lips, and it’s such a sweet smell, that it has me sucking in a breath to get more into my lungs. She’s like a drug, and I’m craving her to the point that I might just never let her go. I don’t think I could even if I tried.
That thought alone has me pulling away to just stare down at her upturned delicate face, taking in her swollen pink lips. She’s stroking my face, brushing over my short beard, and I can’t read the look in her eyes. It almost seems sad, but I know she’s just as affected as I am. Her breasts are pushed onto my chest, and I can feel her pebbled nipples with every quick breath. She quickly glances over my shoulder and shudders before looking back at me and biting her lip. It’s at that point I can hear Beast’s low growling voice behind me and a shrieking noise
