“Because if I kiss you I won’t be able to stop.”
“Then don’t,” I whisper again. Oh no, dog on heat act 2 happening here.
“If I kiss you, in about two minutes you will be flat on your back on the bar with those sexy little boots around my ears, while I fuck you so damn hard you won’t remember your name.” Mmm that sounds good. I look to the bar as the visual picture rolls in my head. My breath catches and I slowly look back at him. He narrows his eyes at me.
“You like the sound of that?” he frowns. I slowly nod and smile as I bite my bottom lip, and my blood heats further. The next thing he is on me. I’m pushed up against the back wall as his tongue dives into my mouth. His grip on my hair is painful, as he moves my head to bite my neck. His magnificent strength takes me over and his hand runs down the length of my body and moves up my skirt hitching my leg around his waist. I am losing all coherent thought and the word hoe rolls around in my head as I imagine what we must look like. People talk about girls who do this in public. The backs of his fingers skims my G–string, and he breathes heavily into my ear. Once again he takes my lips in a seductive slow pattern as he slowly slips his fingers under my G–string and rubs the backs of his fingers through my dripping wet sex.
His eyes close. “Fuck,” he whispers. Oh yes, what this man does to me. He moves his hand and grabs my behind as he pulls me forward into his waiting hard cock. God I want it. I want it now. We are suddenly bumped from the side. I look up to see Josh looking at someone over my shoulder. He looks down at me and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
“Go home, naughty girl.” I frown and then he pushes me to the side as Todd comes in with a punch. What the hell? I feel like I am in a scene from fight club. Joshua and Todd are in a full–on fist fight in the middle of the dance floor. I am getting bustled around by the crowd when I feel a hand grab my arm and pull me free. I turn and see Adrian looking very concerned.
“Natasha, come with me.” I nod and follow him off the dance floor just as I see Ben run onto it. He separates the fight but the bouncers have a hold of the two of them and drag them off somewhere. Ben follows.
Holy shit, what the fuck just happened?
Chapter 6
What on earth does it mean when you see a man at a wedding and he kisses you…passionately? Then the next time you see him he tells you to fuck off…Unnecessarily, and then you are forced to watch him fondle a stripper… Painfully. The next time you see him he tells you he wants to fuck you so hard on the bar you won’t remember your name…most orgasmically, only to not call you for four days? I sit at my desk tapping the end of my pencil, as I go over the case notes of the nut job I can’t stop fantasising about. It’s been four days and I have to say it’s exactly as I expected— doesn’t he know how to use a fucking phone? What’s with the hard core act? I’m so over it. I know he’s attracted to me—does he really think I can’t feel it? I could cut the air with a knife when we are together, the sexual chemistry is blanket thick. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. When he’s away from me, however, it is totally another story. I can’t read him at all. How come he doesn’t call me? I put my head into my hands. Ring damn you! I glare at my phone trying to send a telepathic message through it to him. My google alert on Monday morning did its job, and alerted me at 8.00 am that Joshua had in fact spent the night in jail after being arrested on Saturday night. Obviously something else must have happened with Todd after the bouncers stepped in. I hope he’s not hurt. What if he gets charged? He’s probably pissed at me… again. Well good, ‘cause I’m getting pretty pissed off myself here. Who the hell does he think he is? If he wants to start a fight he’s going the right way about it, the asshole. How dare he interrupt my night with promises of passion and legs over shoulders only to tell me to go home? Which I did of course, like a lap dog secretly hoping he would turn up there? I wonder how long he was watching me, as he seemed to step in just in the nick of time. I can’t help but imagine what would have gone down if Todd the idiot hadn’t stepped in.
Perfect bloody timing Todd, good one.
By Friday I am sick of the sight of myself and have just about slipped into a carbohydrate coma so after work I head to the gym. I have put on three stress kilos since a certain Mr Stanton re–entered my life and the joke of it is I actually reprimand people all day about the repercussions of comfort eating. When in fact I should be teaching them how to do it right. I hammer myself on the treadmill for forty minutes only to get off and feel faint. I drain my water bottle and head to my locker to retrieve my belongings and check my phone. Nope, still hasn’t called. Asshole. I have three missed calls from Bridget though. I head down the stairs as I dial her number.
She answers first ring.
“Hi Tash.”