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He looks at me, and again the only thing that comes to my head is, damn, he’s hot. “Do you know what my parents would do to me if I let you walk home alone in the dark?” he asks, and I just shake my head, grabbing my jacket in one hand.
“Fine,” I huff, trying to put my hand through the jacket sleeve but missing it twice before finally getting it in, “but only if you promise not to take me somewhere and kill me.”
He smirks, making my knees fucking weak. “Scout’s honor.” He holds up two fingers on one hand.
“You’re a Boy Scout?” I ask him as he walks around the bar to stand in front of me. I watch him and take in his cowboy boots. He is a head taller than me, so he has to look down at me.
“Nope.” He shakes his head. “My truck is out that way.” He points behind him, where it leads to the dark hallway.
“I mean, if that doesn’t scream danger and don’t go in there,” I say, grabbing my purse, “I don’t know what does.” I tap my jacket pockets to see if I feel my phone. Then I move my hands to my ass before he leans over me, making me smell his muskiness, grabbing my phone from the top of the counter and handing it to me. “Thank you,” I say, wishing I’d drunk some water because with him so close to me, my mouth is very fucking dry. “Lead the way,” I tell him.
“Are you going to be checking me out again?” he asks me over his shoulder, while my eyes roam straight to his ass.
“Um, yes.” I shock even myself when I admit it, and I even giggle a little bit. “Yes. Yes, I will.”
He walks in front of me, but his steps slow, and he waits for me when he gets to the entrance of the hallway. “The mouth of the dungeon.” I stop beside him and notice the hallway isn’t as dark as it seemed from my stool.
He walks two steps into the dimly lit hallway, stopping at a closed door with a plaque in the middle that says “Office.” My feet move with his, and when he stops, I’m literally chest to chest with him. “I have to get my keys,” he informs me but doesn’t move.
“Do you want me to wait here?” I ask. Feeling his heat radiating off his body, I lift my hand to touch his chest. My hand shakes when I do that; he can see it shake.
“On a scale of one to ten—” he says, and he’s so close I can feel his breath on me. My chest moves up and down as my fingers tingle on his pecs.
“Ten,” I answer, not knowing what the rest of the question is.
“How drunk are you?” The question makes me laugh.
“Oh.” I shake my head. “Two.” I lift my hand from his hard chest but quickly move it back. “Maybe three. Definitely not a four.”
“What did you think I was going to ask you?” His hands come up to hold my hips, and I hate it’s not brighter so I can see his eyes.
“I thought you were going to ask me on a scale of one to ten, how much do you want me to kiss you right now?” I want to kick my own ass for admitting that. What the hell was in that drink, truth serum?
“And you answered ten, Zara?” The softness of his voice makes shivers run through me.
“I did, Gabriel.” I use his name, taking a step closer to him, squishing my hand between us. “I sure did.”
“Well, then,” he says, and his hands fly from my hips to my face right before his lips crash onto mine. My tongue comes out to taste his, and my jacket is tossed on the floor. My purse joins it with a thump right next to my foot. As I wrap my hands around his neck, my chest goes flush with his. His hands drop from my face as he wraps one arm around my waist, while the other reaches behind him, opening the door. The kiss that started out a little slow is now setting off fireworks inside me. I’ve never had a kiss like this. Never been kissed breathless before. He picks me up off my feet, and I moan into his mouth as he kicks the door closed with his foot.
He lets go of my lips to drag the kiss down to my neck. “Definitely a good decision.” I close my eyes and go with it, throwing caution to the fucking wind.
8
ZARA
Something tickles my nose, making my eyes flutter open. I see darkness right away before I feel heat under my cheek. My hand also is on heat, and something hard is right next to my nose. My eyes close once more as the sleep fog leaves me. When I finally open my eyes and my vision gets used to the room, I look around to see the desk right in front of me. My eyes do a quick scan from the bottom of the bed, and then my head moves up to the top of the person who I’m lying partially on top of, and then his hand cups my ass. This is when the freak-out in my brain happens. What the fuck did you do? I ask myself as I open my mouth and then shut it quickly. I close my eyes tight again, hoping when I open them this is a dream. But instead, when I open them, I’m exactly where I was two seconds ago. This is not a dream. I’m looking up at a sleeping Gabriel, his hair wild from my fingers running through it. I think I stare at him for over a full minute. How he can be sexy, even in sleep, is something I will think about at a later date. Like when I get the fuck out of here.
I take in my position of halfway on his chest with my leg thrown over his. One of his hands is folded and tucked under his head, while the other one has a death grip on my ass. The sheet that barely covers us at our waists hides the part of him I enjoyed most last night. Don’t wake him up, my head screams at me. I slowly move my hand from the middle of his chest and then move my leg that is thrown over his before rolling to my back, hoping I don’t crush his hand under me and wake him. I’m practically hanging off the bed as I slip one foot out of the sheet, placing it on the cold wooden floor before moving my other leg out like a snail and hoping like fuck he doesn’t wake up. The hammering of my heart is so loud I’m afraid he's going to wake up from it.
Once both of my feet are on the floor, I hope like fuck the floor under me isn’t going to creak when I stand. All the great decisions of last night are now feeling like the worst thing I could have done. What the hell were you thinking? the right side of my brain is saying while I tippy-toe away from him. I was living in the moment, I argue back with myself as I bend when I see my panties are right next to his white boxers. I shimmy myself into them before I move quietly around the room, picking up all of my pieces of clothing that were tossed in the need to get each other naked. Balling them in my hands, I squeeze them to my chest before walking over to the door and turning the knob, hoping like fuck it doesn’t creak when I open it. I take one more look over my shoulder before I open the door. “Please be quiet, please be quiet,” I chant in a whisper as the door opens without a sound. I run on my tippy-toes out of the room and close the door behind me, not making a sound. “You could have been a spy,” I tell myself as soon as I stand in the hallway. I place my clothes on the floor before getting dressed, as if my life depends on it. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” I whisper as I slip on my boots and grab my jacket and purse. Walking over to the door with an exit sign on top of it, I stay on my tippy-toes, making sure my heels don’t click on the floor. I’m literally sweating as I make a run for it and escape without waking him. Is it the mature thing to do? Absolutely not. Is it what I’m literally going to do? Absolutely.
I close my eyes as I push open the door, one eye opening as I wait for either the alarm to blare or for Gabriel to come running out of the room to stop me from leaving. I put one foot out of the door, seeing it’s still dark outside, and I wonder what fucking time it is. My mouth feels like sandpaper and paste all at the same time. I hold the door in my hand, making sure it closes with a quiet click before I look around and rush to the front of the bar, where my car sits alone in the big parking lot. Taking the car key out of my jacket pocket, I start to run to it as if I’m running away from robbing a bank. I run past a black pickup truck that has mud all over the back of it, which is most likely Gabriel’s. I hold my hand up with the key in it, unlocking the doors, and only when I’m in the car do I let out a sigh of relief. “Not so smooth anymore,” I scold myself, starting the car and taking off. My eyes watch through the rearview mirror as I drive away from the bar, making sure he’s not chasing me. Only when I turn away from the bar do I look at the clock on the dashboard, and I see it’s just before 5:00 a.m.
I’ve spent the past six hours having sex with a complete stranger, who I only know by his first name. I’ve had the one-night stand to end all one-night stands. I’ve never in my life had a one-night stand before. I also have never had sex with someone just to have sex. Not just sex, but mind-blowing sex, and not just once either. Nope, not with this guy. I should have had a clue he knew what he was doing when he reached for his wallet and took out a condom and not just one. Nope, not Gabriel. It was a stack of three. It was my first inkling he probably does this all the time. At that moment, I also didn’t fucking care. All I wanted was his mouth back on mine and wherever else he wanted to put it. Just remembering him trailing kisses to my neck makes me shiver but also makes me want to turn the car around and go for a fourth round. “That would be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done,” I chide myself. “Even stupider than going to some random bar and sleeping with the bartender. No matter that it ended with you having the best sex of your life on a cot in said bar.”
I pull up to Sofia’s house and run inside as if someone is chasing me, tossing my jacket and my purse on the table before making my way upstairs to the bathroom. My eyes sting from lack of sleep as I start the bath before pulling off my T-shirt. I swear I can smell him on me. I kick off my boots before tossing my shirt to the side and then slipping my bra off, followed by my jeans, and then stepping into the warm tub.
I sit down, wincing from the little bit of pain that I’m in, before leaning back and looking down at my body. Spotting a red hickey right next to my nipple, I move my hand over to touch it, remembering how I got it.
