Page 59 of Forgive You

I didn’t come to this club hoping that we would reconcile and she would end up in my bed tonight. But I’d be lying if that isn’t the only desire I have after literally feeling her come undone in my arms. Seeing how shit-faced she really is makes that option wiped off the table within seconds. The last thing I wanna do is stay any longer than we already have and watch her mess with my head while she keeps moving her hips on the dance floor.

“Come on, baby. You’re wasted.”

Her eyes narrow, lips purse, chin raises high, defiance written all over her features. “I like wasted.”

She escapes my touch, then heads straight for the bar.

“Jules!”

Motherfucker.

Darting around like a social butterfly, she dances her way through the bar, slow enough to keep teasing my cock, but too fast for me to stop her and tell her it’s a wrap.

“Two shots of tequila.” She holds up her fingers when she reaches the bar, and I cage her in, her back to my front.

“What are you doing, baby?”

“Ordering shots.”

I bury my nose into her hair until my lips are flush with her ear. There’s a short intake of air when my breath tickles her shell, and she twists her lips toward mine. “I’m taking you home.”

She swallows, and my hands itch to cover her neck and kiss her plump lips.

“Your home?”

This woman is going to kill me.I’m trying to be the gentleman here, and do the right thing, but there she is, tempting me like a siren determined to make my resolve crash into the rocks.

“You don’t mean that,” I whisper.

She twists in my arms, and suddenly we are nose-to-nose, her expression wild and challenging. “Says who?”

My pulse throbs in my neck, our eyes linked. Chest searing with aggravation, my blood is pumped with nothing but pure lust.

She’s the only woman who can make me forget everything around me, sucking me in a vortex I don’t want to escape.

I’ve liked Julie since high school. Her wit, her skills to get shit done, her confidence when she walks into a room. But it’s this version, the one who pushes me out of my comfort zone and into adventure, that makes me feel so much more for her. She makes me feel alive when life has become mundane. She forces me to enjoy life with her effortless smile. She makes me want more than the life I’m living.

It’s easy to slip back into old patterns with her and cross that line again. But my heart still doesn’t completely trust her, and the last thing I need is a drunk night of mistakes.

“I’m taking you home,” I grunt, leaving no room for discussion.

“Ugh, fine.’ Her eyes roll all the way to Canada as she faces the bar again, where two tequila shots are lined up for her. Pulling a twenty from her pocket, she slaps it on the bar.

“Jules,” I warn.

“What?” She takes one of the glasses from the bar, bringing it to her lips. “Two more can’t hurt.”

She pours the liquid down her throat, a grimace traveling over her face, then swiftly repeats the move. Shuddering as she digests the liquor, she picks up a lemon wedge, sucking the sour fruit. Her entire face twists with disgust while a drop of lemon juice escapes the corner of her mouth, and I swipe it away with my thumb.

Her lashes fly up, big eyes peering at me when I leave my hand cupping her cheek.Fuck, she’s so adorable.

My gaze lowers to her lips. I want to kiss her and taste the lemon and tequila on her tongue. But one more taste, one more flick of her tongue against mine, and this wholeshe’s-too-drunkis going straight out the window.

So, instead, I take her hand and tug her behind me. “Come on.”

I wave goodbye to Ford and Jordan as we pass by, them throwing up thumbs and slimy smirks before I flip them off with my free hand. The fact that Julie is waving at them with a sheepish grin tells me those last two shots are hitting her hard, because I was expecting her to piss me off and tell Jordan he’s driving her home instead of me.

Five minutes later, my fist is clamped around the wheel, my cock still raging to be freed, and my jaw clenched in agony of having Julie so close and alone in my car.

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