The stranger laughs again. “That bad, huh?”
“God, yes.” I take another large gulp and set my drink down before turning to him. “What makes you think it’s a blind date?”
“I saw you walk in. You’re fucking gorgeous. There’s not a chance in hell that someone that looks like you would intentionally go out with that guy.”
I smile. “I met him online. He lied about his height. By a full foot.”
The stranger laughs again but then gives me a long, obvious once over before his eyes return to mine. “I can help you with your problem. Why don’t we get out of here?”
He places his hand on my hip and pulls me closer so I’m standing between his legs. Though I don’t pull away, he locks his ankles behind me, giving me no room to move. His hand squeezes my hip. My whole body heats up at his touch.
I raise my eyebrows, but don’t flinch otherwise. “You’re very sure of yourself.” I look down at his hand on my hip. It’s now moving up and down my thigh, which I’m secretly loving. “And very forward. What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you?”
He smiles as he licks his lips. “I think I’m considered a pretty decent looking guy.” He smirks. He knows he’s way more than decent looking. “I know I’m at least a better option than micro-man over there.”
I can’t help but laugh at that.
He leans toward me and whispers in my ear. “And I see how much my touch affected you. Your whole beautiful body flushed, and your nipples got hard.” He looks at my breasts for a moment before moving his eyes down into his lap. “They’re not the only thing that got hard.”
I look down and see a remarkable bulge in his pants. There’s nothing micro about that.
I widen my eyes. Holy fuck. I’ve never in my life had a man talk to me like this. I’m not sure if it’s more surprising that there are men that behave this way, or that I’m completely turned on by it.
I take a moment to gather myself but eventually pull away, grabbing my drink off the bar. “I’m heading to the restroom and then back to my date. I hope you and your friend,” motioning to his pants, “have a good night.”
He smiles as he lifts my hand and kisses it before saying, “We’re not done. You feel it too. I can tell. You’ll be back for more.”
I gulp and then finally walk away.
I rush into the bathroom and head straight for the sink. I splash a little cold water on my overheated face. I lean over the sink and look at myself in the mirror. My face is completely flushed. I’ve never had such an immediate physical attraction to a man. I’ve never had a strange man talk to me and touch me that way. I don’t know whether our interaction was hot as hell or met the definition of assault. Either way, I’m shockingly into it.
I stand there and try to gather myself. I slowly finish off my drink and take a few deep breaths before regaining my composure. Eventually I head for the bathroom door. As soon as I open it, I see the handsome stranger standing there waiting.
When he sees me, he moves right into my airspace. Our lips are only an inch away from the other’s. He breathes, “I’m about to kiss you. I need to see if it’s as good as I’m imagining it to be.”
I don’t move away, but I breathe back, “What’s your name?”
He smiles. “Declan.” He then takes my lips with his. With one hand, he grabs my ass and pulls me flush against his hard body. He runs the other through my hair, taking control of my head and the kiss.
He deepens the kiss and slides his tongue into my mouth, moving it around until it finds mine. He feels good and tastes even better. My body instantly reacts to him. I’m practically flooding my panties right now.
I can’t seem to stop myself as I drop my purse and grab fistfuls of his hair with both hands. I push my tongue into his mouth too. I can feel him smile on my lips.
He pulls me tight to his erection. I can feel it and its effect on my whole body. I moan into his mouth and he smiles again.
I’m completely consumed by this kiss. His tongue moves around my mouth in expert fashion. His lips sucking mine right in. It’s demanding, domineering, and hot as hell.
I rub my nipples against his chest, craving more contact. I’m pulling his head as close to mine as possible. What the hell is happening to me right now? I’ve never experienced anything like this.
All of a sudden, we hear a throat clear. We stop kissing, completely out of breath, and look to the offending throat clearer. Naturally, it’s Michael. This isn’t good.
Michael looks at me. “I was getting worried about you, Melissa. I guess you’reo-kaythough.” He says it with an edge I completely deserve.
Before I have a chance to speak, Declan grabs my hand and says, “Sorry, man. She’s coming home with me tonight.”
I open and close my mouth a few times, but nothing comes out.
Michael looks at me for confirmation, but Declan steps in front of me. “You don’t need to look at her, little guy. I told you what’s up.”