“I call bullshit. I’m twenty-one years old. I’m not a fucking child. I don’t need a babysitter at my party.” I place the bottle down on the counter and walk toward her, stopping just shy of our chests touching.
I place my finger on her lips. “Don’t say that word.”
She pushes my hand aside. “I’ll fucking say whatever I fucking want to and you can’t do a fucking thing about it,” she taunts making me see red.
I grip her arms and pull her into me. She gasps.
“Don’t test me tonight, Kenna. I’m not in the mood to ignore your bullshit.”
Her whiskey eyes are locked with mine, her lips clenched together. “Go away, Derek.” She scowls. “No one wants you here.”
I smile back at her and lean down like I’m going to kiss her. “You want me here. Admit it.” I stare at her tempting dark-pink mouth as I get closer and closer. Her wide eyes are focused on my lips. I move to the side at the last second and place a kiss below her ear. She shivers from my touch and all I want to do is kiss her tempting mouth. I want to see what kind of reaction I can make her have with my lips on hers. I grip the back of her silky hair tight in my fist and tug her forward until our lips are just shy of touching.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, my voice gruff. “Do you want to see how close to this fire you can be without getting burned, little girl?” I take her mouth without any warning, my tongue twists around hers and my cock goes rock hard. She moans into my mouth and falls into me, wrapping her arms around my neck. Fuck. The way she responds to my touch – to my kiss, has my dick rock hard. What is she doing to me? How can she make me so on edge with just one kiss?
***
When I walk into Quake I notice the overwhelming smell of perfume and alcohol permeating the air. My eyes scan the room for safety as I make my way to their table in the back near the rear exit. Tonight is going to be a repeat of six months ago when I met Janny for the first time.
As I approach where they’re seated, Kyle stands, shakes my outstretched hand and thumps me on the back.
Janny stands and I pull her into my arms, squeezing her tiny frame tight. She’s the reason my best friend is still alive. If it wasn’t for her, I’m not sure he would’ve found the will to survive the stroke he suffered and brain surgery he had as a result. As I step back from our embrace I get a sense of déjà vu. Kenna is seated in the same place as last time and once again, I end up across from her. She avoids looking at me, her eyes darting around the room.
“Hi Kenna.” I say, my lips twisted into a smirk. She glances at me before looking away.
“Hi.” She can pretend she’s unaffected by me, but I know better. The tell-tale pulse racing in her neck gives her away. She looks like an angel in her strapless white dress, sipping her drink. All that’s missing is the halo sitting on top of all that long black hair. Except she’s not an angel. Those pouty red lips wrapped around her thin straw were made to do wicked things. Too bad they’re used for wise-ass remarks instead.
She keeps her head turned to the side, allowing me to study her profile. The curve of her forehead is subtle above her black arched brows. Her golden-brown eyes are large and almond shaped, surrounded by thick, black, curvy lashes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such long eyelashes before. Not that I pay attention to those details, at least not with other women. With Kenna, I seem to notice it all. She’s always on my radar when we’re in the vicinity of each other. When I haven’t seen her for a while, I wonder what she’s doing. Who she’s keeping company with. Who she’s fucking. The thought of someone else’s hands on her sexy-as-fuck body drives me insane. The thought of some dude’s dick inside her can send me over the edge. I fight to keep myself from thinking about those things. I have no control over what she does and I never will.