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I wanted every man in the bar to know she was my little bird.
“East?” Her voice shook. Fear laced her tone, and I fell in love with the way my name sounded coming from her lips.
“It’s me.” I stepped into her, our toes touching, chests brushing, hearts beating faster than the wings of a hummingbird. She raised a hand to my cheek, her touch soft, gentle.
Perfect.
“I thought you weren’t coming. I was going to leave,” she whispered, closing her eyes and sighing. “I am so nervous.”
“Me, too. I wasn’t expecting the prettiest woman in the room to be waiting for me tonight. God, Harley, tell me what I did to deserve meeting an angel?” She giggled, her head shaking.
“I don’t care about your past, East.” Somehow, she always knew what to say. The same way every letter saved a piece of my soul on my worst days. “Please kiss me.” Her words were a whisper against my jaw, her breath hot against my neck. The hand on my cheek slid into my short hair, and I groaned.
“How much have you had to drink?” Closing my eyes, I wished I couldn’t smell the alcohol on her breath. In moments like these, I wished I didn’t have a conscious.
“Not enough. Don’t make me beg, East. I’ve waited long enough.” She pressed her chest to mine. My hands ached to touch her, to peel the tight, red dress from her soft, pale skin. Cupping her firm butt, I held her to me, and my other hand slid into her thick hair. She moaned.
“I want you to remember this in the morning without regrets, my little bird.” My words came out on a rasp, desire rippling through my body, tensing my muscles.
“I’ll never forget this. I want you.”
Closing the remaining distance, unable to resist her a moment longer, I brushed my lips to hers. They parted with a soft sigh, her body curling into mine. The hand in my hair clenched, and I pulled her tighter against me as my tongue traced the seam of her full, bottom lip. A little noise of desire ripped from her throat.
Nibbling her bottom lip, I chased the sting away with my tongue and sought entrance to her warm mouth, my one hand kneading her butt, the other clutching at her desperately.
She turned her face from mine, sucking in a greedy breath of air. I continued peppering kisses along her jaw, tasting her sweet skin, hearing her moans, and needing more than a brief moment of ecstasy in a bar surrounded by strangers.
I sucked on the delicate skin below her ear, bruising her skin with a bite of desire. Then, I nibbled on her earlobe as she mewled in delight, her body flush against mine.
“More, East. I need more,” she begged, her lips brushed the shell of my ear. A shiver of desire skated down my spine.
“I’ll give you whatever you need, my little bird.”
I turned my head, seeking her lips and stealing her breath once more, inhaling her gasp of surprise when I bit down hard on her lip.
“Take me home,” she requested against my lips, kissing the corner of my mouth. Pulling away from her, I looked over her flushed cheeks, dilated eyes, and swollen lips.
“Are you sure?” she nodded, and I smoothed a hand down her hair and then wiped at her smeared red lipstick. She did the same to my face, but from one glance at the people around us, there was no hope in fixing our disheveled state.
Everyone already knew where the night was headed for us.
She slipped her hand into mine, her small hand cold, as she followed me out the bar and into the humid, night air.
“I don’t have a car. We’ll have to walk.” I looked over her tight, red dress and heels.
“I have one, but I can’t drive.” She laughed, swaying on her feet. Stepping into me, she leaned her head on my shoulder. “Can you?”
I nodded, and she led me to an old, black BMW. Once she was safely strapped into the passenger seat, I rounded the hood, checking our surroundings before backing out of the parking lot and merging onto the busy street.
“Do you have any food at your place?” she slurred, holding her head up with her hand, leaning against the door for support. “I’m so hungry. I couldn’t eat all day.”
Reaching across the small, center console, I rested my hand on her thigh. “How about some pizza? I’m starving.” She had to be as nervous as I was to not have eaten anything.
“That sounds like a good idea,” she mumbled, closing her eyes, her long lashes brushing her high cheekbones. “Can we eat at your place? I don’t want to stand anymore. I hate these stupid shoes. They were Kennedy’s idea,” she rambles on, talking about how her roommate helped her get ready for tonight. The same roommate I thought she hated.
“I’ve got a frozen one at the apartment.” I couldn’t bring myself to call it home, I hated the foreign word. Home had been a jail cell, and before that, it had been my car. Home was a reminder of everything I could never have, and now, I had a place to call mine, but nothing felt right about the luxurious apartment.
Navigating through the dark streets, lit only by dim streetlights, I glanced at her every few minutes, watching her fall asleep, her chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths.
