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I turn to the mirror hung on the wall I definitely intend to bend Cedar in front of later and run my fingers through my waving hair only to give up trying to tame it.
I freeze when I spin around to see Cedar standing in the doorway watching me.
“Holy gothic gods, I owe you a sacrifice,” she mutters more to herself and bites that fucking lip in a way that does things to me.
To my cock.
“Sweetness,” I growl at the sight of her, my brain catching up to what my eyes are seeing and my cock waking the fuck back up at how easy it would be to strip her naked all over again.
Cedar is hot. In make up and out of it.
She leans in the doorway, her lined eyes tracking down my body and back up again as she runs a hand through her straight black hair and sinks her teeth into her lip that’s so deep a red, it’s almost black.
“Goddamn.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Fin
Ican’tkeepmyeyes off of her.
Halfway through the wait for tacos at the bar just two blocks from our place, I stopped trying.
God, I am so gone for this woman.
I watch her over the high top table between us as she takes in the sight of tiki-themed shit plastered all over the walls of the open-air bar and sips on the fruity cocktail that came in a sugar skull shaped glass. Her tongue darts out to flirt with the straw in her drink, drawing my eyes to the motion she uses to tease me.
Fuck, I’m in love with her.
A ping of ache settles in my chest at the notion as the swell of need gets bigger with each passing day that I don’ttell her.
In my head, I run through all the reasons whynotto say anything. Not yet. It’s not time. It’s so soon. She’s just coming out of her shell enough to stop fucking jerking when I reach for her.
What if I change all of that?
The risk is too great to challenge. Too heavy to toss out without knowing where she is in all of this.
Her former abuser was buried yesterday.
Well, what was left of him.
Does it weigh on her?
Shaking myself out of my head, I find myself picking at the label of my beer bottle. Nervously, I bring it to my lips and take a pull. It’s almost warm thanks to the hot humid air still floating around the darkening skies and definitely isn’t helped by the hand I’ve had wrapped around it since it was placed in front of me.
I don’t even like beer.
I’m a whiskey man.
But when my girl ordered a nice tall drink with a stupid amount of alcohol, I knew I needed to keep it slow and light.
Hence, beer.
Too much in my head shit anyway.
“How do you just …” Cedar gestures around the bar, drawing my eyes around us, “not get noticed?”
I shrug and set the unwanted beer on the table. “Hide in plain sight, sweetness.” Sick of waiting, of not touching my girl, I step around the table we’ve been standing at until her elbow bumps into my chest and her eyes flick up to meet mine. “Helps if you know the patrons.”
