Page 7 of Art of Love
Her touch soothed me, tantalized me, and enhanced the drug-like inducement of the wine.
“Do you want to explore me?” Jia cooed.
I looked at her. Really looked at her and got lost in those light brown eyes that reminded me of autumn. Its vibrant hue created that warmth, almost like actual fire burned within them.
“I do.”
She smiled at me and shuffled in my lap, rubbing over my cock, which was already hard for her.
I had to calm myself. She’d told me what happened to her, and I thought it was terrible. Being robbed like that was always terrible. Thankfully, it hadn’t happened to me, but us hooking up because of our problems was ... God...
I thought it would be wrong, but why not?
If we did, would I regret it in the morning, or feel guilty?
It didn’t escape me that my encounter with Collin and Emma had occurred a good few hours ago. At least three hours before I came to the bar, and it was only Collin who had called me. He’d called close to a hundred times. Nothing from Emma though.
Why didn’t that surprise me?
There were no apologies, no calls to check up on me, no nothing. But I suppose the real question was, did I love her? If I loved her, then that would impact on how I felt.
The fact that it hurt me more that Collin betrayed me gave me my answer. And that gave me the other answer too on whether or not I’d feel guilty if I indulged in this woman in my arms tonight.
Like fuck. I would not, and that wasn’t the drink talking.
“What would you do to me first?” Her voice rippled into me, and it was all I could do to keep calm.
“I have a few things in mind, but sweetheart, you haven’t confirmed if you’re single or not. I’m not a cheater.”
“Of course not. I never thought that about you, aaaaand....” she slurred and blinked like she was trying to remember what she was talking about. “I’m very single. Very, very single. You know why?”
I really wanted to know. “Why is that, love?”
“No time for myself. I worked too hard, and I put everyone first, right before me. Always. Yes, I do. I do. Good old St. Jia. I worked and worked, and I worked. No time to date. The last guy I was with called me a workaholic, can you believe that?”
A tear ran down her cheek, and I reached out and caught it, cupping her face.
The poor girl looked like she’d been through a lot. My heart went out to her in a big way.
“Come here,” I beckoned her closer, guiding her to my lips.
As soon as her beautiful lips pressed against mine, heat washed over my body. We kissed slow at first, tasting each other.
“You taste nice.” She giggled against my lips. The music turned up a fraction louder, and the lights were dimmed even more.
“You taste nice too.”
“Hunter, that’s your name. I like that name.”
I liked Jia too. Unusual name. Pretty name for a beautiful woman.
I reclaimed her lips and took advantage of her little gasp to sweep my tongue over hers and explore the recesses of her hot, wet mouth. God, she did taste good. Like sex and passion rolled into one and something that...
Something that made me forget.
Fuck. In that moment, I forgot. I forgot who I was, where I was, when I was, everything.
Everything except her.
