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“Well, Drew, it was nice chatting. But I have to drive home now.” This is usually their cue for them to ask me out, or for my number. And usually I just bring them right home with me.
“Alright.” The smile from his face fades a little.
A wave of sadness comes over me as I jump off the barstool. Part of me feels sad that he doesn’t fall for my obvious signal…which is so unlike me. I never have any expectations when it comes to men.
“Bye, Drew,” I say, softer this time. Yet, he continues to sit on that damn barstool.
I walk out to my car, depressed and confused that I just wasted an hour on a guy who apparently has no interest in me. I jiggle my purse to find my keys. “Fuck, where are they?” I continue shaking my purse as I’m quickly swung around, unable to grasp what the hell is happening.
I’m pressed against a hard body before I realize it’s Drew. “Guess we can add stalking to your capabilities and criminal record,” I tease just before he cups my face and brings his mouth to mine.
The kiss was—so unexpected and so damn amazing all at once. My purse drops from my hand before I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him tighter against me. The kiss is sweet, but eager, as he pulsates his tongue in and out of me, massaging our tongues together in desperation.
I can feel his erection as he pins me against the car, pressing his body into mine. I so desperately want to reach down and grab him. I want to feel what I do to him, but his body is so large and hard, I hardly have room to move.
He breaks the kiss slightly as his lips move down my neck and back up to my ear. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he growls. “A blend of sweet and tangy.”
I swallow, unable to make words come out. He kisses me once more on the cheek before his body weight is suddenly gone. I’m left leaning on my car, alone, and wondering what the fuck just happened.
7
I’m still blown away by Drew’s sudden attack on my lips. He left without so much as a goodbye or a here’s my number . I don’t know why it bothers me so much, but it does. One moment I’m sad, wondering if I’ll ever see him again, and the next I’m pissed off that yet again, a man has staked their claim on me and then just bailed.
Ugh…what the hell is happening to me? I don’t think about guys. I dream of sex. Of multiple orgasms. But I don’t think of guys as anything more than just that—a way to get off.
But Drew…yeah, he’s different. He’s a blend of sexy meat layered with a sense of entitlement. He knows he’s hot—he has to know. His muscles are practically popping out of his tight t-shirt. And I’m pretty sure I even saw some ink under those sleeves. Had he given me more than two minutes, my hands would’ve wandered up those arms and felt those muscles.
Ugh…dammit.
Must get Drew out of my head.
“Fuck this shit,” I yell at myself. I waltz back into the bar, searching for him through the crowd that’s gotten rowdier since the next game started.
I spot him near the back, laughing with his friends as they continue watching the game. I stalk over, grab him by the arm, and drag him with me into the back hallway.
“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” I let go of his arm once we make it down the hall where it’s quiet. “Fucking hell, you’re strong.” He rubs his arm with his hand.
“What the hell was that?” I demand.
“I should ask you the same thing, Doll.” He eyes me curiously, not giving away his thoughts.
“Do you typically go around kissing girls like that and then bailing? Or am I the exception?” I realize I’m practically yelling at him, demanding answers, but I don’t care. He’s messing with me, and I don’t like it.
He thinks for a moment before responding. “I suppose you could be the exception to many things.” He grins, roaming his eyes up and down my body again.
I’m dumbstruck and bewildered by him. Fuck it. I grab his face in my hands and force his mouth
“Well, Drew, it was nice chatting. But I have to drive home now.” This is usually their cue for them to ask me out, or for my number. And usually I just bring them right home with me.
“Alright.” The smile from his face fades a little.
A wave of sadness comes over me as I jump off the barstool. Part of me feels sad that he doesn’t fall for my obvious signal…which is so unlike me. I never have any expectations when it comes to men.
“Bye, Drew,” I say, softer this time. Yet, he continues to sit on that damn barstool.
I walk out to my car, depressed and confused that I just wasted an hour on a guy who apparently has no interest in me. I jiggle my purse to find my keys. “Fuck, where are they?” I continue shaking my purse as I’m quickly swung around, unable to grasp what the hell is happening.
I’m pressed against a hard body before I realize it’s Drew. “Guess we can add stalking to your capabilities and criminal record,” I tease just before he cups my face and brings his mouth to mine.
The kiss was—so unexpected and so damn amazing all at once. My purse drops from my hand before I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him tighter against me. The kiss is sweet, but eager, as he pulsates his tongue in and out of me, massaging our tongues together in desperation.
I can feel his erection as he pins me against the car, pressing his body into mine. I so desperately want to reach down and grab him. I want to feel what I do to him, but his body is so large and hard, I hardly have room to move.
He breaks the kiss slightly as his lips move down my neck and back up to my ear. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he growls. “A blend of sweet and tangy.”
I swallow, unable to make words come out. He kisses me once more on the cheek before his body weight is suddenly gone. I’m left leaning on my car, alone, and wondering what the fuck just happened.
7
I’m still blown away by Drew’s sudden attack on my lips. He left without so much as a goodbye or a here’s my number . I don’t know why it bothers me so much, but it does. One moment I’m sad, wondering if I’ll ever see him again, and the next I’m pissed off that yet again, a man has staked their claim on me and then just bailed.
Ugh…what the hell is happening to me? I don’t think about guys. I dream of sex. Of multiple orgasms. But I don’t think of guys as anything more than just that—a way to get off.
But Drew…yeah, he’s different. He’s a blend of sexy meat layered with a sense of entitlement. He knows he’s hot—he has to know. His muscles are practically popping out of his tight t-shirt. And I’m pretty sure I even saw some ink under those sleeves. Had he given me more than two minutes, my hands would’ve wandered up those arms and felt those muscles.
Ugh…dammit.
Must get Drew out of my head.
“Fuck this shit,” I yell at myself. I waltz back into the bar, searching for him through the crowd that’s gotten rowdier since the next game started.
I spot him near the back, laughing with his friends as they continue watching the game. I stalk over, grab him by the arm, and drag him with me into the back hallway.
“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” I let go of his arm once we make it down the hall where it’s quiet. “Fucking hell, you’re strong.” He rubs his arm with his hand.
“What the hell was that?” I demand.
“I should ask you the same thing, Doll.” He eyes me curiously, not giving away his thoughts.
“Do you typically go around kissing girls like that and then bailing? Or am I the exception?” I realize I’m practically yelling at him, demanding answers, but I don’t care. He’s messing with me, and I don’t like it.
He thinks for a moment before responding. “I suppose you could be the exception to many things.” He grins, roaming his eyes up and down my body again.
I’m dumbstruck and bewildered by him. Fuck it. I grab his face in my hands and force his mouth
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