Page 59 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

Suddenly, she felt just as she had earlier, before her brother interrupted them.

They were close—so close that her breasts brushed against his chest with every breath. Yet neither of them moved away. Allison felt an overwhelming urge to taste him again. She remembered his touch, his scent, and the sounds he made in his mostprimal state. But she realized, with disappointment, that she’d forgotten his taste.

And sheneededto be reminded.

She wasn’t sure who moved first. One moment they were locked in a silent stare-down, and the next, she was pressed against her car, Angelo’s hands on either side of her, caging her in as he leaned in close. His head nestled in the crook of her neck, and Allison didn’t dare move, fearful of ruining the moment.

His nose grazed her pulse, the light scruff of his jaw tickling her skin in the most tantalizing way. Angelo sniffed her neck like an animal, and she was utterly captivated. Allison’s breath caught in her throat as his tongue lightly brushed over her. He was the wolf, and she was his prey.

That small lick, that teasing touch, made her knees buckle. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her waist, supporting her.

She heard, more than felt, Angelo’s chuckle—deep, dark, and guttural. And though they were outside a restaurant in broad daylight, with people milling about, she didn’t care. In that moment, all she wanted was for him to fuck her right there against the car.

“What are you doing to me?” Angelo whispered for the second time that day, as if pulling the words straight from her thoughts. His voice was husky, bringing back memories of That NightTM.

She didn’t reply. She wasn’t sure what to say, or even if she could speak at that moment.

That didn’t seem to faze Angelo. He pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze. His chocolate brown eyes locked with her jade green ones, and she was trapped. She couldn’t look away, nor did she want to.

With a trembling hand, Allison reached up to touch his face, her fingers brushing against the scruff on his cheek. Angelostiffened, his jaw clenching beneath her hand. Sensing his discomfort, she began to pull her hand away. But before she could, Angelo quickly released her waist and caught her hand, holding it in place.

“Don’t,” he commanded softly, the faintest breath of air brushing her face. She kept looking between his eyes, and the honesty she saw in them was alarming.

Allison’s heart skipped a beat as his fingers unraveled from her wrist, gliding up, up, up until they tangled with hers. She obeyed, her hand still on his cheek—how could she not? Angelo was the only one who could quiet her mind, and she craved that stillness—the calm that washed over her whenever she heard his voice. With him, she didn’t have to think twice, didn’t have to try. She justwas.

And that frightened her more than anything.

“Allison,” he murmured again, as if her name was his favorite word, leaning in closer. “I need to kiss you.” His gaze locked onto hers, holding her captive. “Please?”

Her breath hitched at his pleading. Angelo Taylor didn’t seem like a man who begged, yet that little word sounded unfamiliar but so right on his tongue.

Yes, please—God, yes.

Allison nodded, too afraid to speak, fearing another needy sound might escape her throat. His lips brushed against hers.

And then his phone rang.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

He didn’t move, not an inch, but the mood had evaporated. Finally, he sighed deeply and pulled back, retrieving his phone and answering it with a barked, “What?”

I would not want to be on the other end of that.

“When?” His tone was calmer now, though tension radiated from him. “Fine. I’ll be there in five.”

He ended the call, and she stared. He put his phone away, and she kept staring. When he finally looked at her, she could only stare back, her chest heaving as her lips tingled with the memory of their almost-kiss.

“You need to leave,” Allison said, though her voice made it sound more like a question. Angelo simply nodded, his jaw tensing slightly.

There was a fierce intensity in his eyes. They were usually the color of molten chocolate, but now they’d darkened—wild and out of control. His fists clenched at his sides, as if he was resisting the urge to reach for her again.

“It’s okay,” she assured him, more for herself than for him. “We need to talk later about the appointment, anyway.”

He took a deep breath, looked away, and Allison could finally breathe normally again. “I’ll call you tonight.”

With that, he walked away.

Shit. What just happened?

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