Page 51 of Law Of Love

“You were the one who made it clear that our kiss was crossing the line.” She pushed her curled hair away from her face with a huff. “You wanted us to forget it happened.”

“You agreed.” I deadpanned her.

“Yes, because your reaction made it very obvious where we stood. But now you’re acting like this and—” She paused. “Fuck it. I'm going to the bathroom.”

I swore under my breath as I watched Freya stalk away, and before I could register what I was doing, I slipped off my bar stool and followed her.

Twenty-three: Freya

Iheard footsteps behind me but ignored them, rounding the corner towards the lit-up bathroom sign. Before I could shove the door open, though, my wrist was grabbed, and I was pressed against the cold wall. Kaleb stared back at me with fiery eyes, his touch tentative and soft—yet possessive and dominant.

He gulped as he studied me. “If you think I'm going to sit and listen to you talk about your date with another guy, then you're incredibly mistaken, Freya.”

He was so close. His minty breath fanned across my face, and I swallowed harshly as I studied his smooth skin. He'd shaved before coming out, and I resisted the urge to trace my fingertips down his jawline.

“I won't allow someone else to take what I want.”

His words rang loud and clear as they entered my ears, bouncing off the inside of my skull and giving me a banging headache. How could a headache feel so good, though?

I won't allow someone else to take what I want.

My core was warm, and my arousal grew, the feeling of Kaleb’s sizzling body so close forcing me to release a small whimper. He gazed down at my lips, and before I knew it, they were on mine—desperate and demanding.

He held my wrists above my head as his mouth moved against my own. I’d never felt something so explosive. So incredible and magical. I couldn't think clearly, but I also didn't want to. This was an enchantment that I never wanted to be freed from.

Kaleb’s rock-hard cock brushed past my thigh, and I pushed myself further up against him, causing a strained grunt to escape his mouth.

The sound was going to haunt me.

“Did he touch you?” he asked in between kisses, his lips finding my neck.

I tilted my head back to give him better access. “What?”

“Your date. Did he touch you?” I shook my head, but Kaleb gave me a gentle warning squeeze. “Use your words, Freya. Tell me if he touched you.”

“No. He didn't touch me."

He hummed huskily, and it seemed he released a pent-up breath, his chest expanding as he relaxed from my response.

I squeezed my legs together to block out the burning sensation between them, but it didn't help, and Kaleb smiled against my skin. I arched my back as he released my hands, his palms travelling down my arms and stopping at my breasts.

“Tell me,” he mumbled as he pressed another kiss to my lips, his finger tracing my hardened nipple. “Could he ever make you feel like this?”

No, no, and no.

I clamped my mouth shut as I swallowed because I knew that if I didn't, I was going to beg Kaleb to do things to me that were definitely not appropriate for a bar corridor.

Pinching my nipple between his fingers, he pulled back, shuffling so that one of his legs was in between my own, his thigh against my core. “I'm waiting for an answer, Freya. I'm not a patient man.”

“No,” I sighed, meeting Kaleb's lust-filled eyes. “He couldn't.”

Humming, he studied me. “Remember that the next time you go on a date with him.” He dipped his chin at me, watching me intently.

God, I wanted his lips back on mine.

My phone suddenly clattered to the floor—having fallen from my pocket as it vibrated—and Kaleb hooked his finger under my chin to stop me from gazing down.

“Ignore it,” he ordered, pressing his lips back to my neck, but when it buzzed again against my shoe, I groaned and quickly snuck a glance at it to see who was hounding me.My breath hitched.

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