He moaned against my mouth as my hips rubbed themselves along the protruding zipper on his jeans.
Oh, yes please.
I bunched my fingers in his shirt and pulled hard. I wanted to rip that horrible barrier away and get to the skin under, to continue the tingle.
Suddenly it was cold.
My arms were out stretched, hands still gripping fabric at his collarbone. I stumbled a little after his retreat.
Cheeks flushed he raised his hands up above his head. “Time out.” He licked his lips and stared at me. “We need to stop before we start something that we can’t finish; especially not in public.”
My eyes darted around the room. No-one was watching so what was his problem. Then slowly, I began to realise just what he meant. “Oh.”
His hands settled around my wrists and in a flash I was having trouble remembering why we needed to stop.
“Release,” he chuckled and tugged at my clenched fists.
“Right.” I opened my fingers but didn’t bring my arms down. He could hold onto them for as long as he liked, though it would be even nicer if he slid those hands up and covered my boobs... “Sorry?” I noticed he was waiting for a response.
“I asked if you’re alright.” He smirked. “But clearly I’ve broken you.”
I jerked my hands free and crossed my arms over my chest. Annoyance coloured my tone, “Honey that was a hormonal reaction.”
He chuckled. “No, I think you just have the hots for me.”
“It has been over nine months since I have been kissed by someone and so my body reacted to the prospect of being intimate with another person, not caring who that person was.” What an ass he was turning into. A self-satisfied, egotistical, over-confident ass.
He snorted. “So you couldn’t speak because of hormones? Hormones I happen to have awakened?”
The stress he was placing on the fact it was him and not someone else was getting to me. In no way did he have some sort of power over me, I could walk away at any moment and turn that part of my anatomy off again.
No. Please, this one.
I wanted to yell at my DNA’s insistence that we continue our kiss, preferably naked... and maybe against a wall or on the pool table...
Nope, stop it hormones.
“Maybe I’m just a little desperate,” I threw into his face.
“So I’m in with a shot.” He grinned.
“Well, if you’re not interested then why did you kiss me?”
He had me there. “That doesn’t mean you get to act like you’re some god just because I liked the kiss.”
Behind him I heard snorts. “Please don’t call him a god. You’ll give him a complex,” Ross warned.
“I meant jackass. Someone who is so self-satisfied and over-confident and can’t help themselves but brag about the effect instead of just acknowledging a mutual satisfaction of experience,” I snapped back.
“You use a lot of technical terms.”
My jaw clenched. “I think it’s time to call it a night,” glancing over my shoulder I nodded to Ash. “Let’s go.”
She hid a smile behind her hand. “Don’t leave on my account. This has been fun watching you guys banter.”
“Well it’s over.”
“Cecelia,” Jai gently brushed my shoulder. “Look, can you come over here for a second?” He gestured vaguely to the bar.
“Please, I just want to talk. No more bragging about my god-like appeal. I swear.”
I couldn’t help the twitch in the corners of my lips. Damn the man. I led the way, stopping short of the bar itself. “So?”
“I’m going to text you in the morning.” He shoved his hands deep into his pockets which lifted his shoulder closer to his ears and made him look endearing and a little vulnerable.
Oh, this wasn’t going to end the way it should, I just knew it. “Why?”
“I want to ask you out to dinner.”
Oh... well... that was really... sweet.
I couldn’t muster any hate or negative feelings towards this man nor could I really think of a reason to discourage him; he was attractive, funny (in an annoying sort of way), sincere, a great kisser and my DNA wanted him something crazy.
His eyes hit the floor. “Right. Okay, it’s fine if you don’t want to talk to me. I’ll delete your number then. You won’t ever have to speak to me again.”
“Wait.” Why did I wait so long to respond? “I didn’t mean to go mute just then, I was processing everything you just said.”
His eyes snapped back up. I almost stumbled from the impact of them on me.
I licked my lips. “I would like it if you texted me tomorrow.”