Page 46 of His Secret Obsession

Oh. Why does that make my heart flutter?

“Okay, but I want you inside me soon.”

He looks like he’s about two seconds away from throwing me over his shoulder again, his hands snaking around my lower back so he can grind his erection against me. It sends a surge of power through me. “Yeah, what else do you want?” he rumbles.

“I want you in my mouth.” I caress my palms down his torso.

“Fuck.” He hisses the word out in a hoarse bark. Then his lips are slanting over mine, taking my mouth in a harsh kiss before biting down on my bottom lip. He moans into the kiss.

“You’re not getting much sleep tonight,” he warns.

The corner of my lip quirks up. “Sleep is for losers.”

He laughs quietly, straightens my clothes, and runs a hand through my hair before intertwining his fingers with mine and guiding me out of the bathroom. When he strategically places his body behind mine to hide the visible bulge in his pants, Isnicker. He pinches my side, and I slap his arm away. As we stroll through the eerily empty restaurant, reality crashes back down on me.

“Are they really outside waiting on us?”

His responding answer is a self-satisfied rumble of laughter. My eyebrows arch up as we near the front doorway, and I get a glimpse of red flashing lights. There’s a fire truck parked outside, a crowd of people milling about, and a group of uniformed men huddled together. The other diners are shooting curious, confused glances amongst each other while the firefighters smirk.

Heat sears across my face. I halt at the front doors, my hands lingering over the handle. “Shit. I can’t go out there!”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re a psycho! You evacuated a whole-ass restaurant to pull me into the bathroom for…sexy stuff!”

I sweep my arms out, gesturing wildly towards the waiting crowd outside. My voice is high-pitched as I stumble over my words, cringing at my awkwardness. He throws his head back, his hands clutching his chest as he releases a hearty laugh.

“It’s not funny!” I hiss, turning around to poke him in the chest. “They are going to know what we were doing!”

His laughter dies down, but his smile remains as his hand snatches mine, pulling my pointing finger towards his mouth where he playfully nips at the digit. Despite my scowl, a smile threatens to tug at my lips. I feel myself softening towards him again.

“Correction: I evacuated awhole-ass restaurantto steal you away from your date. I hadn’t planned on touching you, but I think we both like how that turned out. They have no way of knowing we didsexy stuffin the bathroom.” He leans down, stealing a quick kiss from my pouty lips before pulling away andwaggling his eyebrows. “Or that we’re going to do moresexy stuff. Emphasis on sexy.”

I sigh. “Quit saying sexy stuff. You’re really making me regret my word choice.”

“I could always fire-man carry you outside. Let people think I’m pulling out one last straggler who was enjoying her dinner so much, she couldn’t be bothered to evacuate with everyone else.”

He looks way too amused right now.

I glare at him, nearly stumbling as I back away. “Don’t you dare.”

With a boisterous laugh, he leaps forward. I swat at him, flapping my hands as he wraps me into his arms. He laughs again, the sound sending a thrill of elation through me despite my impending embarrassment.

“Jax!”

He throws me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, one arm banding around my flailing body while the other one throws the door wide open. He strolls out, whistling a quiet tune under his breath as I’m carried into the cold night air. A chorus of quiet murmurings reach my ears, and the mortification makes me want to strangle him. I pinch his back instead, satisfied when he hisses.

“I will make you pay for this.”

“Looking forward to it, baby,” he replies, his voice cheeky.

The crowd parts for us as he strolls towards the firetruck, and I divert my gaze away from prying eyes. Jax finally stops in front of the waiting huddle of firemen, many of them shaking with suppressed laughter. My date stands next to them, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

Shit. I almost forgot about him.

Jax lets me slide down his body, gently setting me on my feet. He turns around, facing the crowd. His voice is loud and clear when he speaks, his confidence truly impressive as it cutsthrough the quiet murmurings. “I apologize on behalf of the fire department for interrupting your dinners tonight.”

Behind me, one of the uniformed men snickers. I shoot him a glare, and he immediately looks chagrined.

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