turbulent
hazel eyes and knew that she could easily fall for this guy, just jump off a
damn cliff and never look back, and how crazy was that?
Turn
around, Mary. Just turn around before this guy you hardly know ruins all other
guys for you.
“You are
experienced with women wanting you, right? I mean you do know when one is
coming on to you?”
She didn’t phrase it as a question, and it wasn’t
said as a slap to the face, but when she saw the dark look that washed over her
face she knew she should have kept that last part to herself. His jaw tightened,
and a muscle under his cheek ticked violently.
“Yeah, Mary?” His
voice was low and deep, and slightly scary.
She took a step back, but he followed her move.
Suddenly her pleasurable buzz was gone, and in its place was her familiar
friend of uncertainty. A look over her shoulder showed Darcy grinding with some
huge tattooed guy with far too many piercings.
“Look at me.”
Alex’s voice was right beside her, commanding and with an edge to it. She snapped her attention back to him,
found him right in her face now, and parted her lips in surprise. He was so
big, so muscular, and could crush anyone that stood in his way. She should be
afraid of this feral side of him, and the wild look in his eyes, but for some
inexplicable reason … she wasn’t. In a move quicker than she anticipated Alex
had her hand and was pulling her through the thick crowd. Before she could ask
him what he was doing they were down a long, semi-secluded hallway where the
shadows were far too thick for her comfort. He pressed her against the wall,
and the coldness of it seeped right through her skin. She was breathing
heavily, unable to catch her breath, and not knowing if she should surrender to
the carnal look reflected on Alex’s face or run in the other direction. He
pressed his big body against hers, and she felt every hard length of muscle. He
was still hard, and his erection dug into her belly. His face was almost stern,
as if he was angry, with either her or himself. The pounding music fading away
until the only thing she could hear was their combined respirations.
“Look at me, Mary. Really fucking look at me.” His words were cold, harsh, and cut her
deep, but they didn’t have the effect she assumed he was going for. Instead of
feeling intimidated she melted like hot butter against him. He was so controlling,
so demanding, that all she could picture was surrendering herself to him. When she didn’t answer he moved in so close she was sure he would put
her out of her misery and kiss her, but right at the last moment when their
lips would have touched he turned his head and whispered in her ear. “Tell me
what you fucking see when you look at me.” Mary let her eyes close as his warm
breath smelling sweetly like the beer he drank brushed along her cheek.
“I…” Her mouth was suddenly so damn dry. “I don’t know
what you mean.” Maybe if she wasn’t high off of the smell and feel of Alex she
might have been more conscious of what he was trying to get at, but as it stood
she was putty in his hands. His chuckle was deep and low and sent all sorts of
delicious tingles throughout her body, but it also sounded humorless.
“You know what I mean.” The way he spoke, slowly,
deliberately, had his lips lightly brushing along the shell of her ear. “You
think you want me, but you don’t. Not really, Mary.”
Oh, she really wanted him, but maybe it was the fact
he didn’t really want her? But then again that didn’t make any sense since she
could feel exactly how much he did want her pressed against her belly. But he
was a man, and she was a woman, and maybe it was simply biology and his body
reacting to being so close to the opposite sex. Denying him was fruitless, and
she just wanted to do this already, because the anticipation of what would
happen was too much. Why on earth would she think a man as gorgeous, talented,
and strong as Alex would want a too curvy, size
hazel eyes and knew that she could easily fall for this guy, just jump off a
damn cliff and never look back, and how crazy was that?
Turn
around, Mary. Just turn around before this guy you hardly know ruins all other
guys for you.
“You are
experienced with women wanting you, right? I mean you do know when one is
coming on to you?”
She didn’t phrase it as a question, and it wasn’t
said as a slap to the face, but when she saw the dark look that washed over her
face she knew she should have kept that last part to herself. His jaw tightened,
and a muscle under his cheek ticked violently.
“Yeah, Mary?” His
voice was low and deep, and slightly scary.
She took a step back, but he followed her move.
Suddenly her pleasurable buzz was gone, and in its place was her familiar
friend of uncertainty. A look over her shoulder showed Darcy grinding with some
huge tattooed guy with far too many piercings.
“Look at me.”
Alex’s voice was right beside her, commanding and with an edge to it. She snapped her attention back to him,
found him right in her face now, and parted her lips in surprise. He was so
big, so muscular, and could crush anyone that stood in his way. She should be
afraid of this feral side of him, and the wild look in his eyes, but for some
inexplicable reason … she wasn’t. In a move quicker than she anticipated Alex
had her hand and was pulling her through the thick crowd. Before she could ask
him what he was doing they were down a long, semi-secluded hallway where the
shadows were far too thick for her comfort. He pressed her against the wall,
and the coldness of it seeped right through her skin. She was breathing
heavily, unable to catch her breath, and not knowing if she should surrender to
the carnal look reflected on Alex’s face or run in the other direction. He
pressed his big body against hers, and she felt every hard length of muscle. He
was still hard, and his erection dug into her belly. His face was almost stern,
as if he was angry, with either her or himself. The pounding music fading away
until the only thing she could hear was their combined respirations.
“Look at me, Mary. Really fucking look at me.” His words were cold, harsh, and cut her
deep, but they didn’t have the effect she assumed he was going for. Instead of
feeling intimidated she melted like hot butter against him. He was so controlling,
so demanding, that all she could picture was surrendering herself to him. When she didn’t answer he moved in so close she was sure he would put
her out of her misery and kiss her, but right at the last moment when their
lips would have touched he turned his head and whispered in her ear. “Tell me
what you fucking see when you look at me.” Mary let her eyes close as his warm
breath smelling sweetly like the beer he drank brushed along her cheek.
“I…” Her mouth was suddenly so damn dry. “I don’t know
what you mean.” Maybe if she wasn’t high off of the smell and feel of Alex she
might have been more conscious of what he was trying to get at, but as it stood
she was putty in his hands. His chuckle was deep and low and sent all sorts of
delicious tingles throughout her body, but it also sounded humorless.
“You know what I mean.” The way he spoke, slowly,
deliberately, had his lips lightly brushing along the shell of her ear. “You
think you want me, but you don’t. Not really, Mary.”
Oh, she really wanted him, but maybe it was the fact
he didn’t really want her? But then again that didn’t make any sense since she
could feel exactly how much he did want her pressed against her belly. But he
was a man, and she was a woman, and maybe it was simply biology and his body
reacting to being so close to the opposite sex. Denying him was fruitless, and
she just wanted to do this already, because the anticipation of what would
happen was too much. Why on earth would she think a man as gorgeous, talented,
and strong as Alex would want a too curvy, size
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