“Naekkeo, you’re shaking like a leaf. Let’s sit you down for a minute.” I check her pulse in her neck. “Your heart is racing a mile a minute. Gotta get you calmed down before I’ll even let you think about driving home. Come here.” With my arm wrapped around her back, I guide her out to the bar, where all the drinks are still neatly lined up. On the other side of it, I pull out one of the stools and help her up on one, pulling one of the fruity concoctions toward her. “Drink this before you pass out. The sugar will help.”
She lifts it to her lips and takes a small sip. Her eyes dart down to the rum drink and she licks her lips, and I barely contain the groan that almost escapes. “Damn, that’s good,” she murmurs and takes another sip.
“Have you never had a Kiss on the Lips before?” I ask, and I seriously want to roll my eyes at myself for not thinking that question through.
She snorts. “Not in a very long time, I assure you.” She reaches across the bar and grabs a straw, sticking it into the short glass. “And as far as liquor drinks go, no, never. I’ve only ever drank wine, because that’s what classy ladies drink,” she tells me, divulging more in those three sentences than I’ve ever heard her say about her personal life. One, she hasn’t been kissed in quite some time, and two, from the bitterness in her tone, it sounds like her ex was a controlling bastard who wouldn’t even let her try anything new, not even a cocktail.
She takes a pull from her straw, her eyes rolling back as she moans, and this time, there is no stopping my cock from going rigid behind my zipper. “Fuck, that’s good,” she says, and I nearly come in my pants. I’m worried I let out a whimper when her eyes turn to me then, but mentally sigh in relief when I realize she’s just offering me a taste of the drink when she holds it out to me. “Want to check my work, boss?”
Fuuuck. That does it. There will be no getting out of jacking off tonight once I finally make it home.
Instead of taking the glass from her, I lean down, my eyes never wavering from hers as I wrap my lips around the end of her straw and suck in a mouthful of the sweet fruity drink. Her eyes heat as they move from mine, down to my lips, and then back up again, and I hear her gulp as her dainty nostrils flare.
“Delicious,” I growl, pausing just a moment before finally standing back up, one elbow still propped on the bar as I face her. “You’re a star student, naekkeo.”
She swallows again and then mindlessly takes another sip of her drink. She seems dazed when she says quietly, “I’m feeling a little better now.”
With a mind of its own, my hand reaches out and tucks her hair behind her ear, and her eyes close as she leans into my touch. The moment is sweet yet heavy, my heart pounding inside my chest, because her reaction to my closeness seems instinctual, unconscious, as if our bodies are magnetized only to each other.
When her eyes open once again, I finally drop my hand away, smiling gently at her. “I’m glad. Do you want me to drive you home?”
More life suddenly lights her eyes, and she sets down her drink. “I need to check on my sister. I should’ve heard from her by now.” She scrambles to get her phone out of her front pocket and checks the screen. “Oh. Oh shit. It’s on silent. I have four missed calls from her,” she tells me, and she hurries to call her back.
It rings a couple of times, and I hear a muffled feminine voice on the other end. “…okay?”
“Yes, I’m okay. Oh, thank God. I’m at work, and we hid in the refrigerator. We’re all good. The restaurant was missed, thank goodness.” She listens to what her sister says, which I can’t make out because she’s talking way too fast, and Cece’s eyes widen as she looks up at me. “Holy shit. Well, I’m glad the guy snatched you up and carried you to safety. Where are you now?” She squawks. “An ambulance? You said you’re okay! What’s wrong?”
I don’t think she realizes it, and God knows I’m not going to bring awareness to it if it means she’ll let go, but during her conversation with her sister, Cece has reached out and grasped hold of my forearm, her graceful fingers digging into the sleeve of my flannel.
“Oh, okay. God, don’t scare me like that. Well, I hope the little old lady is all right. Call me when you’re ready, and I’ll come get you from the hospital. I’m meeting Mike at the house so he can bring me the girls, and we’ll head your way whenever you need.” A beat passes with her listening, and still, she doesn’t let go of my arm. “No, no. It’s fine. Don’t waste any money on an Uber. It’s the weekend anyway. The girls can go to bed late. It’s fine. Okay, I love you, Mia.” She smiles lightly. “Okay, bye.”