Page 7 of Mr. Wrong
“To get laid?” He arches a dark, sandy brow at me while his deep, blue gaze flicks from my eyes to my mouth and back again. “By me.”
OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod…
I nod and swallow the wad of cotton that seems to have suddenly lodged itself in my throat. “Which is—” I make an up and down gesture with my hand. “I mean, look at you. It’s—”
“Ridiculous.” The corner of his mouth kicks up in a smirk again.
“Yes.Thank you.” Air rushes into my lungs and I can breathe again. My chest doesn’t feel like a trash compactor. I’m not wondering if the ladies’ room has a window and if I can fit through it. He agrees with me. He understands that I’m nothitting on him. That I’m as much a victim as he is. “I mean, she’s clearly insane.
He gives me a solemn smile. “Clearly.”
“She even suggested that I sleep with my boss.” I take a healthy swallow of the cocktail he made for me in a desperate hope that it will lubricate my throat. “Which is rid—”
“Ridiculous. Got it.” His lids narrow around those impossibly blue eyes and the smirk falters. “Who’s your boss?”
Shit.
“No one.” This is LA. Everyone’s boss issomeone. I shake my head, eager to get away from the subject of Landon Trask. “He’s just some guy. No one important.” I shrug. “Anyway, I’m really sorry she dumped me on you like this.” Averting my gaze, I reach into my purse to fumble out my cell phone. “Don’t worry, I’ll just—” I’ll call an Uber. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll call an Uber, go back to Dani’s place and murder her for doing this to me. Planned formed, I look up at him with a relieved smile “I’ll just get out of your—”
“Oh…” That smirk is back in full force. He leans across the bar and into my space, the sudden proximity of his mouth to mine pushing the air out of my lungs in a rush. “I think you’ve misunderstood my intentions.”
“Intentions?” I say it like I have no command over the English language, whatsoever. Like I have no idea what the word means. “You have intentions? Toward me?”
“I do.” He gives me a nod, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “I have a lot of them actually—would you like to hear them?”
“Yes…” I breathe the word softly like I’m not sure what it means while he reaches for me—past me—to pull my ponytail over my shoulder. “Yes, please.”
“Excellent.” His fingers tighten around my hair to tug me closer, shooting tingles across my scalp. “Iintendto take you home with me, Ellenore,” he whispers it, his lips brushingagainst mine with every word. “Iintendto get you naked.” His blue eyes go dark, and his mouth curves in the kind of smile that would lay me out flat if I weren’t already sitting. “And Iintendto make you come so goddamned hard, you forget your own name.”
Holy.
Jesus.
“I’m dressed like a soccer mom.” What am I doing? Am I actively trying to repel him?
He leans away just enough to look at me. The smile holds. “Hopefully not for long.”
“I don’t—I mean, I really—shit.” I squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t have to look at him because he’s too perfect. Too everything I’m not supposed to have. “I’m bad at this.”Obviously.“I don’t know what to do.”
The fingers around my ponytail tighten again, jerking me closer and I gasp, seconds before his mouth closes over mine. I feel his tongue skim along my lower lip, gently coaxing my mouth open, and suddenly I know. I know what to do.
I do what I want.
Opening my mouth, I can’t help the sigh that shudders up my throat when his tongue slides past my lips to tangle with mine. His teeth nipping and teasing, slow and hungry. Like he’s starving. Like he wants to eat every last bit of me but wants to take his time. Wants to savor every bite.
Finally, he pulls his mouth from mine and I reluctantly open my eyes to find him looking at me. “Say yes.”
Out of my league.
So out of my league.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until I let it out in a rush, formed around a single word.
“Yes.”
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