Page 114 of Stolen Kisses

"Mm," she murmured against my skin. "That's your sexy 'I can’t keep myself in control' voice.”

She pushed herself away from me, smiling sheepishly. "I’m going to wait over there, on that bench."

"Want me to walk you there?"

"No, I can do it. I just don't want to stand any longer."

"I'll bring your shoes there."

I stood in line for a few more minutes before my turn came. I gestured to the shoes that belonged to Hannah and me.

"Do you have everything you need?" the hostess asked.

"Yes." I pointed at Hannah. "I'm going to help her put the shoes on."

She tilted her head, looking at Hannah. "Oh. Is she feeling unwell?"

"No, just had too much wine."

The hostess cocked a brow and then leaned forward. "Well, if you want to enjoy yourself tonight and not have to take care of that, you can always give me a call after you drop her off at home or whatever."

Who the fuck would make a pass at someone when they're on a date?

"That is unacceptable," I told her.

She jerked her head back like I'd slapped her. "I mean, you didn’t seem very happy about her—”

"I don't owe you any explanations," I said. "I'm going to have a word with whoever owns this place."

"Oh shit, I didn't—" She jerked her head back again.

I turned around, not really caring about how she felt, and headed to Hannah. I kneeled before her, putting on her shoes.

"This is such a Cinderella moment," she said when I slipped the shoes on her feet, touching her ankles for longer than was necessary. "What are you thinking about?"

"That you'd look great with your ankles tied up."

She gasped and put a hand to her mouth. I rose to my feet after putting on my own shoes and then took her hands, helping her up from the bench.

"What took you so long? The hostess couldn't find our shoes?"

I brushed my fingers on her cheek and decided to be open with her. "Actually, she made a pass at me."

Hannah blinked. "What?" She looked over my shoulder. "But she saw me, right?"

"Yes."

She glanced at me. "What did you tell her?"

I frowned. "What do you mean? I told her to fuck off. Why do you even ask?"

Hannah chewed on her lower lip. "I don't know. She's pretty, and I'm a bit drunk, so my filter is way off."

"Hannah." I cupped her face. "I wouldn’t even contemplate giving attention to another woman. You're everything to me."

Then I kissed her so hard that she nearly stumbled backward into the bench. I poured everything I had into the kiss. I needed her to know how much she meant to me. I wanted her to feel it. And I wanted everyone to know she was mine. I was staking my claim, just in case anyone had any fucking ideas about hitting on my woman.

The more I kissed her, the more I wanted to deepen it. But she pushed me away, smiling against my lips.

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