Page 22 of Crave Me

Rock hard.

If it wasn’t for that fuckface, Cole Barnes, standing in front of her, I’d be content to sit here and watch. Instead, my hand squeezes the tumbler, and I toss back the amber liquid like a shot, the liquor burning slightly as it slides down my throat. I welcome it. Cole reaches out, grabs her forearm, and leads her onto the dance floor.

“Hey, man, it’s our brother’s wedding, maybe you should lose the scowl,” Liam says to me, pulling my attention away from Blaire and Cole. “What’s got you looking like such a sourpuss?”

“I don’t look like a sourpuss, idiot.”

“You definitely do. Now why are you shooting daggers at Blaire and Cole?”

“What does she see in him?”

“Counter question, why do you care?”

“She’s our employee, newish to town, and c’mon man, it’s fucking Cole Barnes. That guy is a total assclown. I fuckin’ hate him.”

“Again, why do you care, Dallas? It’s good that she’s seeing someone, if that’s what they’re doing. This isn’t a company event either, so she can do whatever she wants. Let it go or do something about it. But don’t sit here and be a judgmental dick.”

Liam walks off and leaves me to ponder his words. I set my tumbler back on the bar top and signal the bartender for another one. Drink in hand, my eyes go back to Blaire, only to find her eyes already on me. The mood shifts at the same moment the song does.

She’s not dancing as if no one’s watching her, instead, as if only I am. Her eyes don’t leave mine as her hips sway in a slow, sultry rhythm, her hands gathering and pulling her hair up off her neck before dropping the waves back down, her arms above her head as she sways side to side.

Little temptress.

The tension in the air is palpable, she’s so fucking sexy, and right now, she knows it. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and I can’t have that. What a little minx. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth before resting her head back on Cole’s shoulder. Just like that, I’m doused with a bucket of ice water. I move easily through the crowd, my eyes firmly set on Blaire. Her chin lifts in a defiant challenge that I am all too eagerto meet. At the last second, I shift my body, shoulder-checking Cole and spilling my drink down the front of his shirt. Blaire jumps out of his hold and spins on me, anger written all over her pretty features.

“Oh, sorry man! My bad!” I tell Cole.

“Sure you are, Dallas.”

I’ll give it to him, Cole keeps his composure, wiping his hands over the cold liquid soaking his shirt, sloshing it onto the floor.

“Napkins are over there, man.” I point in the direction of the food tables.

Cole excuses himself from Blaire, who is still looking at me like I’m Satan himself. I shrug my shoulders, feigning indifference before walking away, needing to get the hell out of here and get my head on straight. She has me flipped the fuck around and I don’t know which way is up anymore.

The fiery redheaded princess stomps her feet after me, following me away from the party and into the distillery’s office building.

“Dallas!” she whisper-shouts behind me. I keep walking ahead of her, up the stairs, and into my office. She slams the door behind us. “Why are you such a dickhead, Dallas? Your siblings are spot-on with their nickname, by the way. It suits you.” Her voice becomes shrill when she gets worked up, and it feels like I’m taking an icepick to the skull. I lean back against my desk and cross my arms, content to just let the brat go off on me some more, doing my best to tune her out.

“You totally did that on purpose! What did he ever do to you, anyway? You know what? I can’t live like this anymore, Dallas. Every chance you get, you bulldoze or sabotage me. I have been working my ass off here, and I’m good at what I do! I thought you saw that this past week! You won’t even give me a chance.”

She paces back and forth in front of me, her hips swaying side to side, her full breasts slightly bouncing in the top of her dress.She’s got the sexiest hourglass shape I’ve ever seen, wearing a tight-as-fuck little black dress that hugs her curvy body like a second skin, not leaving much to the imagination. The top dips low, exposing her neck and the tops of her perky tits. It’s hard to hear what she’s saying when my focus is on the curve of her ass and the dip above her hips. Fuck, I’d love to hold on to them while she bounces on my cock. Or bury my face in those perfectly round, voluptuous tits. I can’t fight this desire anymore. I’m crazed for her, her attitude and irritating presence in my life be damned.

“What is it about me that you don’t like, Dallas? I can’t change who I am. You need to find a way to work with me and deal with your problems because I can’t live like this anymore. I’m so over it!”

Fuck it.

I take a few measured steps in her direction, backing her up against the door. Her cheeks heat to a bright crimson that spreads down her neck and to the top of her chest. Her mouth falls open, and her breasts rub against my chest on each intake of breath. She’s surprised but turned on. My eyes move to her plush lips, the urge strong to lean down and kiss her, to taste her. I don’t ever kiss.But I want to kiss her.So, I do something I never do.

My lips crash down on hers.

Her lips are soft like rose petals, delicate, and such a contrast to every other part of her. I kiss her hard and demandingly, licking along the seam of her lips, begging her to open for me so I can taste her. When she refuses, I pull back enough to look at her face. She’s stunned, her face flushed and her lips a shade darker than before. Fuck, I want to bite them and see what other shades I can make them.

“What the hell was that? You can’t freaking do that, Dallas! What is wrong with you? I’m telling you what a dick you are, and you decide to kiss me? What the fuck?”

“You know, I bet if my cock was down your throat you’d finally shut the fuck up.”

Her eyes widen in equal parts shock and horror.

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