Page 29 of Silver Flirt

I lift the silver dome with a flourish, revealing a steaming plate of spaghetti Bolognese. Melissa’s eyes widen.

“Aw, I can’t believe you remembered. You know spaghetti Bolognese is my favorite.”

“I remember everything about you, Melissa,” I reply seriously, holding her gaze. “Every single detail.”

We tuck into our food, rich flavors exploding on my tongue.

“You know, I really think I’m start to like this town,” Melissa admits as she twirls pasta around her fork. “I like the slower pace and the friendly faces. It’s a nice change from the grind back home.”

My eyes flick up to meet hers. “Move here with me.”

Her fork clatters against the plate, and her eyes fly to mine. “What? Bash, we just started dating.”

“So?”

“So, that’s crazy!”

I reach across the table and take her hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs across her knuckles. “Is it? I love you, Melissa. I’m so damn sorry it took me this long to man up and admit it. I was an idiot in high school. A coward. I cared way too much about what everyone else thought. But I never stopped loving you. Never.”

A tear tracks down her cheek, and I swipe it away with my thumb. She leans into my touch, eyes fluttering closed. “I love you too,” she whispers. “I always have. But this is... it’s a lot, Bash. I have a life in Houston—my family, my friends.”

“I know it’s a big decision,” I assure her quickly, not wanting to spook her. “I’m not asking for an answer tonight. I just want you to know that I’m all in. Completely. You’re it for me. My endgame.”

Her eyes shimmer with emotion. “I just need a little time to think it through, to be sure.”

I nod. “Of course, baby. Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

After dinner, I reach for Melissa’s hand and pull her to her feet. “Dance with me,” I murmur, tugging her close.

She comes willingly, melting against my chest as I sway us gently to the soft music drifting from inside. Her hair tickles my chin, the scent of her perfume wrapping around me like a seductive cloud. I bury my nose in her neck, brushing a kiss against her racing pulse.

“You feel so good,” I groan, splaying my hands across her lower back possessively. “I’ve been dreaming about holding you like this all day.”

Melissa hums, pressing even closer. I can feel every lush curve, every delicious swell. My body responds instantly, growing hard and heavy. She has to feel it too, the evidence of how badly I want her. How much I crave her.

“Bash,” she breathes, and the needy rasp in her voice nearly undoes me.

I walk us backward until her ass hits the railing, caging her in with my arms. Her eyes darken with desire, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. I track the movement hungrily before swooping down to capture her mouth with my own.

The kiss is hot and deep and messy, all clashing teeth and tangling tongues.

Melissa whimpers, fisting her hands in my hair as she arches into me wantonly. I wedge a thigh between her legs, groaning at the scorching heat I find there. She grinds down, seeking friction, and pleasure sparks up my spine.

“Need you,” I pant against her lips. “Right fucking now.”

Melissa mewls her agreement, and I hoist her up, encouraging her to wrap those gorgeous legs around my waist.

Then I carry her back inside the empty bar and set her on the edge of the pool table, shoving her dress up around her hips.

Jesus fuck. She’s not wearing panties.

My control snaps.

In a second, I flip her over so she’s bent over the pool table on her tiptoes with her bare ass cheek in the air.

I palm each one, squeezing the supple flesh and reveling in the way she pushes back against my hands, seeking more.

“Fuck, Melissa, you drive me wild,” I growl, landing a light smack on her right cheek. She gasps and wiggles her hips. My little minx loves the sting.

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