Page 7 of Wicked Love

I lifted my hands in surprise. “I was gone for what? Two minutes? Weren’t you supposed to order drinks during that time? “

“I was. But I changed my mind right before I did. Now I want to get drunk on you instead of booze.”

“Isn’t that a bit presumptuous? Cornering me in the men’s restroom and asking me to bang you?”

She took a step back, hurt flashing in her eyes, and crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her tits almost out of her top. “You look like a decent enough guy who’s not all about his own pleasure and can get the girl there too. You cared about me earlier. Remember when I said you were sweet? And hot. Well, sweet guys are not egoistical jerks. And hot guys know how to bring a girl to orgasm. See, perfect combination. And we already proved there is chemistry between us. What more do you want? Are you in?”

She studied my face, searching for the reaction I refused to give her, as I kept a blank face. Or I hoped I did. Sometimes, my drunken brain imagined things that hadn’t really happened.

“You want me to fuck you?” I perused the space around me, disgusted at the lack of cleanliness surrounding us. “In here?” I had to make sure I heard her right and it wasn’t some kind of hallucination.

“Yeah. Where else? You know of a secret room in the bar I know nothing about? Don’t act all prissy and stuff. We don’t have to touch anything. You can hold me in your arms. See? Anyway, I won’t let you push inside me in the hallway like the lady just outside this door, so this is the best option.”

“Huh. I can’t believe they’re still at it.”

“Yeah. And when I came over, he had her bent against the old payphone. Not a thing I want my brain to remember in the morning.” She took a step closer. “But you, I could do with remembering.” She combed a lock of my hair back with her hand, and once again, I shivered at the contact.

“Seriously, how old are you?” I asked, not wanting to add “creep” to my long list of fuck-ups, as I doubted she was old enough to vote.

She rolled her eyes. “Told you, good genes. Best to look young than old. If you must know, I’ll turn nineteen in December.” Moving into my space, she trailed kisses up my neck, stopping by my earlobe. My body stiffened with need under her delicate touch. “What do you say, Joe? Wanna make me come tonight?”

Desire washed through me at the way my name rolled off her tongue. Her voice sounded like dirty promises. My dick fucking loved it.

If I agreed, it wouldn’t be the first time I hooked up with a stranger I had no intention of ever seeing again. Still, there was something about this girl that told me to be gentle.

“College?” I asked to make sure I wasn’t doing anything illegal if I got her naked.

“Taking some time off. To reassess what I wanna do with my life.”

“O-okay.”

“So, Joe, are you gonna take me? How long does a girl have to beg you for you to fuck her to oblivion?”

She licked a line from my ear to my jaw, and when her mouth pushed against mine, I knew there would be no turning back. This girl had awoken something in me. Fireworks. And an ache I thought I’d never ever feel again.

She screamed trouble, yet it lit me up from the inside.

My hands closed around her rounded hips, and I pulled her toward me, letting her feel how hard I was just from our conversation.

I ground my hips against her, relishing the tingles the friction provided.

Soft whimpers left Isla’s mouth, and they were my undoing.

My lips captured hers. All the hair on my nape stood on end. Isla kissed me back, her arms around my neck. My toes curled when our tongues tangoed together. And it sealed the deal. It was one of those searing kisses that branded your soul and changed the rhythm of your heart. The ones you heard about but sounded like a myth since not a lot of people experienced them in their lifetime. I had no idea how to interpret it right now, but I knew for a fact I wouldn’t return to my hotel alone.

I lifted my head, and I felt an acute sense of withdrawal as soon as our lips broke apart. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.

Isla watched me with big eyes, her lipstick smudged around her mouth, and she looked like I’d just branded her as mine. It made no sense even though I liked the idea. Cupping her cheek, I traced the bottom lip with my thumb, relishing the shivers that worked through her. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. I’m not always a gentleman, but I’m not a jerk either. I have a hotel room which is a two-minute walk from here. No way am I fucking you in this place. You deserve better.”

I scanned the space around me once more, and no amount of alcohol could make me forget the dirtiness of the place.

Dick’s Hole.

Yeah, the bar wore its name perfectly.

She followed my line of vision. “Yeah, well… This place is terrible. I think a hotel is a much better idea.”

I intertwined our fingers. “Then follow me.”