Page 6 of Tight End
We continued to talk, the conversation flowing easily as we ate our entrées.
I tried not to watch her, but I couldn’t help it. The way her lips moved, the way her tongue swept the edge of the fork. Unintentionally sensual. She didn’t know the power she had. Or maybe she did. Either way, by the time dessert hit the table, the air between us had gone heavy, and I was strung so tight I could barely breathe.
She ordered the chocolate torte, and I picked out the cheesecake, although I didn’t take a bite of anything after she started eating. I couldn’t. I was too fucking focused on her mouth.
Her eyes fluttered closed for half a second, and a soft hum escaped her lips.
I was going to fucking lose my mind.
She took another bite. Then another. The tension between us coiled tighter, each movement she made ratcheting up the heat until it was a living thing clawing at my chest.
My dick was hard as hell. I couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d taste, or how she’d sound moaning against my mouth. I wanted her. Now. Not later. I couldn’t handle even another five minutes of pretending we weren’t about to combust.
She licked a smudge of chocolate from her lip, unaware of what she was doing to me.
That’s it.
“We need to leave.” I reached for my wallet and tossed down enough cash to cover the meal twice over, then I stood and held out a hand.
She blinked. “What?”
“Now.”
I didn’t give her time to argue. I took her hand and tugged her out of her seat. She came easily, a little breathless, her eyes wide and locked on mine.
I moved behind her, using her to shield the very real, very hard problem in my pants.
Outside, the cold air hit my overheated skin. I raised my hand to hail a cab, not trusting myself to speak yet. Not until I could get her somewhere private. Where I could do what I’d been dying to do since she smirked at me from the third row.
A yellow cab slowed at the curb, and I grasped at my control as I turned to her.
“This is your only chance to walk away, Marissa,” I warned, my voice gritty with restraint I was losing by the second.
Her breath caught, and she double blinked.
“If you come with me, I’m taking you to my home…where I am going to fuck you hard and deep until you’re screaming my name.”
Her eyes went wide, and her lips parted, but she didn’t move away.
I stepped in, my hand on her lower back, urging her even closer. “Then I’m gonna do it all over again.”
3
RAIDEN
The second Marissa’s hand closed around the cab door handle and she slid inside, a knot I hadn’t realized was in my chest started to ease. Then she glanced up at me with heat in her eyes. That one look unleashed something dangerous in my blood.
I followed her in, shut the door, and gave the driver my address. Needing to touch her, I reached across the seat and laced our fingers together. I had to make sure this wasn’t something I imagined.
We didn’t speak. The air between us was heavy and thick. I brushed my thumb across her skin, and she trembled. I saw my effect on her in the way her breath caught, in the goose bumps that rose along her forearm, and how she shifted in her seat, crossing her legs even tighter.
My cock pulsed so hard against my zipper I thought I’d rip through it. I gritted my teeth against the urge to drag her into my lap and find out how far I could push her right here in the damn cab.
Instead, I gripped her hand a little more firmly, just enough to tell her I wasn’t letting go. The silence stretched, thrummingwith all the things we weren’t saying. I watched her from the corner of my eye—the rise and fall of her chest, her thighs shifting restlessly beneath her black jeans, and the heat spreading across her neck and cheeks. All I could think about was getting her upstairs and peeling that black sweater off her body, dragging those dark jeans down her hips, and tasting the place between her thighs that had been on my mind since the second I saw her walk into that press room.
By the time we reached my building, I was barely holding on. My blood was roaring, and my cock was a fucking problem. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk with the very large pole between my legs.
I tossed a tip at the driver, opened the door, and helped her out. Then I led her into the lobby, past the doorman who gave me a nod, and over to the private elevator that led to the penthouse. She didn’t say a word, but her body leaned into mine like it was second nature.
