Page 80 of Unforgettable
Her small hand flew past my belt and cupped my cock.
I closed my eyes, moaning while I shoved my hands through her thick auburn hair. Then I wrapped it around my hand and tugged her head back gently.
I rained kisses down on her neck as her expert fingers massaged my cock through my jeans, and I saw stars.
“I’ve been dying to taste you again,” she whispered in a breathy tone.
A girl who loved blow jobs only made me harder.
A phone buzzed.
Fuck me.
She proceeded to unbuckle my belt, ignoring the pesky sound.
I knew it wasn’t my phone because I wasn’t a fan of Johnny Cash. His song “Walk the Line” continued to play.
The phone stopped ringing then started again.
“Someone is trying to get ahold of you.”
She fumbled with my zipper. “Not interested in answering right now.”
I chuckled. “Let me.”
The ringing stopped then started once again.
“Answer the phone,” I said in exasperation. I mean, fuck. I couldn’t concentrate. I hated distractions when my dick was begging for attention.
She huffed, stomping over to her purse, then plucked the phone out, flaring her nostrils.
My guess was that it was her old man. No one else could get her amped up to the point where she looked like she wanted to throw the phone against the wall. Or maybe she had a boyfriend I didn’t know about. If that were the case, then the night was over. I didn’t screw other guys’ girls.
She typed frantically then shut off the phone before dumping it back into her purse. “Where were we?”
Well, my dick wasn’t as hard anymore. Of course, it would only take a little stroking, but the anger on her face wasn’t turning me on.
I buckled my belt. “What’s going on? Is it Beverly? Your old man? A boyfriend?”
I was an idiot for not continuing where we’d left off or letting her take me to the one place I’d been dying to go—inside her.
“You said you wanted to make memories.” Her voice cracked like an egg. “You bragged you wanted to fuck me. So here’s your chance.” Her attitude was rude, maddening, and irritating.
It was a huge turn-off even though she reminded me of myself.
I laughed.
That only made her snarl. “Something funny?”
I rubbed a thumb over my lip. “You and me. We’re a lot alike.”
“We’re not. I’m fire. You’re ice.”
I raked my gaze over her sleeveless brown dress that fell to mid-thigh. It accentuated her fine curves and toned body. She sure was fire—hell fire, to be exact. While I was ready to get burned, scorched, and torched, I wanted Haven’s mind and body fully on us. Her old man, if that was the reason she was pissed, didn’t have a place here.
I clasped her delicate chin with my finger and thumb. “Look at me.”
Slowly, her eyes lifted—dark-green orbs with shimmering flecks of gold.
