Page 60 of Stay with Me

“What did you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you that,” I say with a smile.

“Then, how am I supposed to make it come true?”

I turn away without a reply to look at one of the TV screens on the wall. His hand on my thigh brings my attention back to him. The heat from his palm scorches my skin.

Before he can say anything, the waitress returns with our beers. She looks between us and mumbles something to herself. I pull a face and lift a brow.

“Everyone wants what you can so easily have,” Knight breathes into my ear.

I turn to him. I’m almost blown over by the heated look in his eyes. The waitress is forgotten as I try to keep my hands to myself.

“You want to play a game of darts?” he asks as if he didn’t just turn my panties into the base of a waterfall.

“Sure, why not,” I reply breathlessly.

I want to kick my own ass as he smiles that delicious smile. To avoid his gaze, I stand and reach for my beer. However, Knight is faster. He has both drinks in hand and gestures for me to walk ahead of him.

I start for the dartboard across the bar. Halfway there, I look over my shoulder and find Knight with his eyes glued to my backside. His lip is tucked between his teeth again. I look lower and find his slacks showing off that thick print.

My mouth waters. How many weeks has it been since the last time we had sex? Friends, friends, friends. Yeah, no matter how many times I shout that in my head it doesn’t change anything.

Placing our beers on a table closer to the dartboard, he goes to retrieve the darts. I take a long sip of my beer as I watch the smooth way he walks.

“You may have an advantage this time,” he says as he hands over the darts.

“Oh yeah, why is that?”

He rolls his left shoulder. “I’m still working to recover my range of motion.”

I place the darts down. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

He picks them up and hands them back to me. “Have you seen me let anything stop me?” he’s words come out feeling like we’re talking about more than throwing darts. “I’ll be fine. Let’s play. We came out to have a good time.”

I stare at him for a few moments before I nod and take the darts. We get into a game, and soon we’re laughing and throwing back beers like old friends. Okay, that’s a lie.

Knight has placed his hands on me subtly every single chance he has gotten. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t placed a hand on his waist, chest or stomach a few times. Especially when women have come closer to our area to try to flirt with him.

He hasn’t given them an ounce of attention. Although, I did think he was going to knock that one guy out who came over to ask if he could buy me a drink. That turned up the touching on Knight’s behalf.

Like now, he has his hand on my ass. I’ve had too many beers to point that out. He leans into my ear and pauses for a few beats. I close my eyes and savor the feel of him.

“You always smell so good. How can I not want to eat your pussy?”

I moan but quickly catch myself. I stumble out of his hold and claim a seat at the table. It’s time for some water and space.

Although Knight isn’t one to give up so easily. He plucks me from my chair and pulls me into his lap as he takes my place. We’ve both had a lot to drink at this point.

He nuzzles my neck before sucking the flesh into his mouth. I want to grind my hips in his lap or find someplace for him to release this ache. My lids flutter closed when he passes a thumb across my tightened nipple.

“You drive me crazy. I’m so hard for you, but if you told me you just wanted to go back to my place and cuddle all night, I would.”

“Knight,” I gasp as he flicks his tongue against my skin and splays a hand on my belly. “You said this was drinks as friends.”

He groans. Gliding his hand down to the hem of my dress and fingering my thigh below the fabric, he then chuckles. My breasts heave in anticipation.

“Wearing this dress and those heels, you want to be friends? Come on, Rem. This is me. Let’s cut the shit.”

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