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“Holy shit,” polo-clad douchebag whispers in reverence when I approach the table, my fists clenched at my side.
Obviously, he’s a fan.
Appreciate that, but I do not fucking appreciate the way he’s been looking at Caroline like she’s his next meal.
When, in fact, she will not ever be. Not if I have anything to say about it.
When she looks up, her blue eyes widen in surprise before she smiles and arches her brow as if to ask,What?
The goddamn outfit she’s wearing is so distracting I try not to let my gaze drop lower to the obscenely low-cut, tied-off top she’s wearing.
Christ, I’m losing my fucking mind. That’s what’s happening. I’ve lost it, and standing here just proves it.
“Can I… talk to you for a second?” I say, pointedly ignoring the kid next to her. “Privately?”
“Uh, we’re kind of in the middle of something…” the kid mumbles. My gaze flickers to his, and I see him fidgeting nervously.
I don’t even bother responding to him. He looks like he’s about two seconds away from shitting his pants anyway. I came over here for her, and I’m not leaving without her.
“Caroline,” I say.
“Oooookay.” She grabs her clutch, then turns to face douchebag. “Excuse me, Jay. Sorry.”
The kid nods silently, then watches as she slides from the booth and brushes past me.
I guess now would be the time to decide what the hell I’m planning to say. But the truth is, I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing. All I know is that seeing his hands on her, touching her skin, drove me over the goddamn edge.
One I’ve been teetering on since she walked into that office weeks ago and I realized who she was.
I couldn’t watch it for another second. Iwasn’tgoing to watch it for another second.
Caroline pushes through the crowd, her small body struggling to get through the sea of people, so I walk ahead of her and make a path to the back of the bar, grabbing her hand to keep us from being separated. I push open the back door, then step out into the alley to give us some quiet and privacy, with her following behind me.
Turning to face her, I get my first real look at her not under the neon strobe lights and darkness in the club.
That fucking top. It’s light pink, a color that pairs perfectly with her skin, tied under tits that are seemingly spilling from the fabric. Her exposed stomach is soft and perfect for my hands. The Daisy Dukes with hot pink boots are fucking ridiculous, but fuck, she’s pretty, and they showcase her thick, creamy thighs.
“Why do you look so mad right now? You’re all red and… weird. What’s happening?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest and pushing her already perky tits up higher.
“I’m not mad.”
“Well, it sure seems like it. You were not very nice to J—”
Stepping forward suddenly, I slide my hands along her jaw, pulling her face to me and slamming my lips into hers without warning. My self-control and small semblance of restraint fly out of the fucking window, along with my ability to give a shit about the consequences the moment I taste her. That fucking watermelon gum that I’ve been dreaming of.
Am I crossing the line that I so firmly drew in the sand between us?
Fuck yeah I am.
But I can’t stop myself. I’ve been fucking obsessed with her, in my head, in my goddamn dreams, for weeks, and tonight pushed me over the edge. I can’t do it anymore.
I don’t want to do it anymore. Pretend that I’m not so attracted to her it’s driving me insane. Being close to her, smelling that watermelon fucking gum that she’s obsessed with, knowing how sweet it tastes. How sweetshetastes.Everywhere.
I’m done.
The moment that my lips touch hers, she fucking melts.
Right in my hands.
