Page 6 of Tell Me No

That smile he wears so well graces his lips. “And I want you.”

“Then why are we still talking?”

FOUR

Something switchesin him as soon as the words leave my mouth. It’s no longer the sweet, caring Anthony asking my permission standing in front of me. Instead, he’s a man on a mission with lust in his eyes and a hard dick in his pants. And fuck… I would be lying if I said I wasn’t ready.

He starts stepping backward quickly, forcing me to move as he goes, and doesn’t stop until the back of me presses into the sink. He splays his fingers across my ass to get a better grip, then lifts me off my feet and places me on the edge of the sink. The porcelain digs into my skin uncomfortably, but it doesn’t even faze me as much as it normally would.

Gathering my long dark hair in one hand, he tugs it so my throat is exposed to him. “For years I’ve tried to ignore how you make me feel, but tonight, I won’t. If you wake up in my bed tomorrow and think this is all a mistake, I won’t hate you. But you need to know I won’t forget. Anytime I’ve seen you with another man, it’s driven me crazy. The thought that they get to sink so deep inside you and hear your moans made me furious. I’ve always wanted you as more than a friend, Mia.”

He doesn’t let me reply. Instead, he dips his head and licks my neck before suckling lightly. Goosebumps break out over my skin and my pussy throbs. I may not have known it before but I want him now. I want him in me so deep I won’t even remember what it feels like without him there.

He inches his lips to my collarbone before grabbing the tie to my jacket. He yanks it hard until it unravels, and either side of my coat falls open. My eyes flutter closed as his hands move from my hair to the tops of my thighs, and he continues to trail kisses down.

His lips land on the top of my breasts, and instinctively, my hands reach up and lace into his hair. “I’ve waited so long for this,” He mumbles against my hot skin.

I open my eyes because I want to see the look in his eyes as he kisses my body, but the open door just behind him catches my attention. “Anthony,” I all but moan.

He growls in response and nips at my skin with his teeth. “Do that again.”

I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of want long enough to be logical. “The door is open. We can’t do this here.”

That seems to get his attention. Raising his head, he glances behind him and lets out a sigh. “As much as I want to disagree, I can’t.”

It’s mere minutes before closing, so I’m sure the bartender will be making his rounds and gathering all the drunk patrons from every corner, and getting caught isn’t something I’m willing to risk. On top of that, what I want to do to the man in front of me will take longer than a few minutes.

“So,” I start. “My place or yours?”

He smiles but doesn’t answer me. “Come on.”

He helps me off the sink, then grabs my hand and leads me out of the bathroom. He keeps a steady pace to where we were sitting and snags his suit jacket off the back of the barstool before calling out to the bartender. “Put it on my tab!”

He continues to drag me behind him until we’re out the door. The cold November air whips around us as soon as the door closes behind us, but I’m not even fazed. My skin is still hot from our kiss and his hands on me.

He tugs me along the sidewalk and around the corner of the building. Once we’re out of sight of the main road, he pushes me up against the building and brushes the hair from my face. “I can’t even control myself right now.”

I look to the left and see his SUV sitting in the parking lot of Frank’s, then grab his face. “At least make it to the car.”

I give him a quick kiss and then push him away from me. Grabbing his forearm, I pull him with me in a hurry toward his Escalade. When we get to the car, I let go of him and try to walk around to the passenger side, but he stops me. Grabbing my wrist, he tugs me back to him and then pulls his keys from his pocket.

Hitting the fob, he unlocks the doors, opens the back door, and juts his chin toward it. “Get in.”

I tip my head with a grin. “Since when did you get so bossy?”

“Maybe there are a few things you don’t know about me,” He winks instead of answering my question.

My smile widens as I wrap my arms around his neck. This entire thing is insane. In a matter of minutes, he’s gone from my best friend to… I don’t even know what to call us. I mean, he was just engaged a few hours ago. Does this just make me a rebound? A booty call?

His words from earlier start to echo in the chambers of my mind, and I realize it doesn’t even matter. He wants me, and I want him. I’m going to let it be as simple as that for now.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I crash my lips to his again. He reaches up with one hand and places it on the back of my head as his other locks onto my hip. He bends his knees and lowers me into the car, urging me to scoot back on the seat with his body, never letting his lips leave mine.

He deepens our kiss for a split second before dragging his lips back down my body. I reach up and try to grip anything within reach, but there isn’t anything. Instead, I press my hands against the cool glass, trying to maintain some type of composure.

His hands rake down to my waist, then dip even lower. He toys with the hem of my jacket and dress, then slides his fingers under them. The fabric bunches up as he moves his hand further. Once he hits my panties and brushes the thin lace, he throws his head back and lets out a breath.

“You’re already wet.”

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