He’s here.
My eyes shoot up and there his is. Alastar is standing at the bar alone with a tequila shot in his hand. Towering above the rest of the crowd, he is in a black V-neck t-shirt and blue jeans. His curls are messy and his big beautiful kissable lips smile my way.
He raises an eyebrow in question and I feel it all the way to my bones.
Why does he have to be so damn gorgeous?
I should give him the bird and throw his tequila in his face. I know I should run far away, but my inebriation is undoubtedly clouding my judgment.
I smirk and take my tequila to my lips and drain it. The heat burns its way down my throat and I feel a buzz of arousal as the taste ignites the memories of our first lovemaking session. I lick my lips as our eyes lock.
Unable to help it, I curl my finger in a come here signal and he walks over. I stand still, looking up at him as the air crackles between us.
“Hello, Emmaline,” he purrs in his exotic deep voice, looking down as he towers above me.
“Hello.” I smirk back. I should be telling him to take a hike right now, but my brain isn’t currently talking to my body. I think it just hung an out of office sign on the door.
His eyes drop down my body. “You look beautiful,” he says darkly.
I smile bashfully and his hand comes around my hips before he pulls me to him with force. “Kiss me hello,” he purrs.
Before I can make an intelligent reply, his large lips are on mine and his strong hands are digging into my behind. He sucks me with his dominant kiss, his tongue promising me forbidden, carnal things.
Damn it, why does he have to kiss so well?
This wasn’t in the plan, fool.
He holds me close as he kisses me again, his tongue taking no prisoners and bringing me to heel.
Goosebumps scatter my skin as he leans his cheek up against mine.
Oh no. The chemistry… it’s still there but magnified more than ever before.
This isn’t a physical attraction; this is a fucking fatal attraction.
I’m going down with the ship. Abort mission. Abort mission.
“I’ve missed you, my love,” he whispers into my ear with his arms around me tightly, blocking my escape.
God, me, too. I’ve missed feeling like I do at this moment in his strong arms.
How do I turn this off?
“Alastar…” I sigh.
“Just give me half an hour,” he whispers into my ear. “I just want to spend half an hour with you.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. The thing is, I know how much pleasure this god could bestow on my body in half an hour and it’s more than some women receive in a lifetime.
“Why?” My eyes search his.
“Can we just go outside to talk?” His hands roam up and down my behind and over my hips.
“No. I’m… I’m here with my friends.” I stammer as my brain continues to fry. I can’t concentrate when his hands are on me.
“Who’s the blonde?” he asks with a sarcastic brow lift.
My nerves flutter. “A friend.”
His eyes hold mine. “How good a friend?”
“A platonic friend, Alastar. Are you finished?” I snap.
“Can we go outside now?” He kisses me hard again and my knees nearly buckle from underneath me. Why does he have to be so damn dominant in his kissing? I don’t stand a chance of resisting him.
He grabs me, and before I know it, he is dragging me out of the club by the hand.
Fuck.
Chapter 19
We walk through the club together, and I look around at the people that are all oblivious to us. How can they all be acting so normal when my insides feel like they are about to explode?
He’s here.
He’s here for me.
Holding my hand and declaring that he missed me.
Oh, please let it be true.
He leads me to the front doors and we pass the bouncers before we walk out onto the bustling street and continue down the road a bit. I stop in my tracks and he turns and looks back at me. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
Does he honestly think I’m just leaving with him that easily? Surely not?
“I’m not going home with you. I’m here with my friends.”
He looks at me as he processes my words.
“You said you wanted to talk to me. Start talking.” I sigh in frustration.
He swallows. “I just wanted to see you. I thought we were having dinner tonight?”
“No. I told you we weren’t having dinner and that we had nothing to say to each other.”
“We have a lot to say to each other,” he replies, annoyed.
“So say it,” I snap. For fuck’s sake, I’m sick and tired of this cat and mouse game.
He frowns and takes my two hands in his. “I just...” He hesitates.
“You just what?” I raise my eyebrows impatiently.
“I handled things badly last time.”
“You think?” I reply, deadpan.
“And…” He hesitates again.
“Just spit it out, Alastar,” I snap in exasperation.
“I never wanted to leave you, but I had a very good reason for doing so.” I stare up at him as I search his eyes for the truth.