Where I Belong (Page 3)
“You certainly cut right to the chase.”
He shrugs. “I just know what I want, and I’ve been staring at her for the past twenty minutes.”
I like this guy. And not only because he’s too good looking for words and blunt as hell. There’s something about his playfulness that’s drawing me to him. He’s easy to talk to and not making me feel awkward at all. If anything, I feel hotter than I’ve ever felt, confident even. Tessa would be proud of this Mia. I cross one leg over the other, gaining his attention when the hem of my dress slides higher up my thigh. “Getting between my legs requires changing locations? You don’t seem like the type of guy that shies away from public sex.”
He definitely doesn’t. He looks like the type of guy that would take me anytime, anyplace, and not give a shit what the consequences were. There’s an edginess to him that is definitely hitting all my hot spots.
He smiles before he leans in and brushes his lips against my ear. “I’m not, but this bar will eventually close, and I don’t plan on stopping what I’m going to do to you until your body can’t take anymore.”
I shudder at the thought and move my hand to his thigh, flexing my fingers and feeling his muscles contract against me. Turning my head, I put my lips right up to his ear and mimic his position. “Will you be gentle with me? I’ve never done this before,” I whisper. “But God, I want this. I want you to make me come.” I lean back and meet his bright eyes, noticing the specks of blue that stand out against the gray. “Do you think you can handle me?”
I swear I hear a growl rumbling in his throat as his hand trails back up my arm and grips the back of my neck underneath my hair. It feels possessive, as if he’s claiming me right here in front of everyone. And I know it sounds crazy, but I want to be owned by this man. I want to give myself to him completely and a huge part of me doesn’t want gentle. I don’t care that it might hurt. I want him to take me and I don’t want him to hold back. He grabs my chin with his other hand and turns my head, bringing our lips together for the slightest bit of contact. I crave more instantly, whimpering when his mouth leaves mine. I see his lip twitch in response to my desperation. He has me and he knows it. “I’m going to f**king consume you,” he says against my mouth, bringing his other hand around and raking across my bottom lip with his thumb. I open up and he slips it inside, his eyes watching with a new heat as I scrape my teeth along his skin and bite down with the smallest amount of pressure. The muscles in his neck twitch and he slides it out, dragging his now wet thumb down my neck. “Your place or mine, baby? I’m close to losing my mind if I don’t get inside you soon.”
I lick my lips, tasting the trace of whiskey that he left on them from our brief kiss. “Yours. I don’t have a place.”
“Just passing through?” he asks with raised eyebrows. We’re still sitting so close together, practically on top of each other, and I feel safe. Protected. Like I could trust him completely.
“Yeah, you could say that.” I finish off the rest of my drink and stand, indicating that I’m ready to take this where we both want it to go. I can’t sit in this bar any longer with him touching me and not lose my mind right along with him. He gets to his feet and my eyes do a double take. Damn, he’s gorgeous. I couldn’t tell from his seated position, but the man has a torso that goes on for days. Broad and built, he definitely works out and often, with this type of physique. His narrow waist is fitted perfectly in a pair of jeans, and his legs are long and muscular. I can only imagine what the back of him looks like. I grab my clutch and look up, way up into his face. “I could seriously climb you like an oak tree.”
“Oh yeah? I think I’d like to see that.” His playful response makes me laugh and I’m quickly being pulled through the crowd and out the door. The sweet Alabama air blows my hair off my shoulders. “You wanna follow me or should I bring you back here to get your car? It’s up to you.” He stops once we reach the middle of the parking lot, my hand still firmly placed in his. I don’t want to pull it out of his to get in my car. I don’t want to be away from him for one second, because we’ll only have tonight. That’s how one-night stands work, or so I’ve heard. It’s not like I know what I’m doing here. But it would make more sense if we drove separately. Besides, if he’s some psycho, I’ll need a getaway vehicle.
I squeeze his hand, looking up at him from underneath my eyelashes. “I’ll follow you, but I’m going to need to feel those lips again first.”
He doesn’t waste any time. It’s as if he’s thinking the same thing, because before I can move in even slightly to affirm my desires, he’s on me. His lips work mine, our tongues stroking against each other’s with purpose. These aren’t teasing kisses. These are I want you right now, and if we don’t get to a bed soon, you’ll be taken right here kisses. I’ve never been kissed like this. Never. I could do this for hours. Days even. I feel it radiating throughout my body, pinging off every nerve ending. Our hands are still interlocked, the pressure of his hold intensifying with the kiss. He licks along my bottom lip slowly, ending the passionate embrace our mouths are so happy to be in. Well, at least my mouth anyway.
“Coconut,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Hmm?”
His lip curls up in the corner. “You taste like coconut. I f**king love coconut.” I grin as he flicks his head toward a jacked up truck. “That’s me. Follow close behind me, baby. I’d hate to lose you.”