Page 8 of Escape

I tilt my head, my smile turning just a bit sharper. “You’re persistent. I’ll give you that.”

“And you’re... intriguing,” he replies, his voice dipping lower.

I set my drink down, leaning slightly closer. “So, what’s the endgame here?” I ask, my voice low enough to match his.

His eyes flick to my lips, then back to my eyes. “That depends,” he says. “What are you looking for?”

The corner of my mouth lifts, and I tap my glass lightly against his. “Something uncomplicated.”

His grin widens, and he straightens, offering his hand. “I’m all about uncomplicated.”

I don’t take his hand, not yet. Instead, I finish the last of my drink, setting the empty glass down with deliberate slowness.

“Let’s see if you can keep up,” I say, sliding off the stool and heading toward the exit without looking back.

A moment later, I feel his presence right behind me.

“So,” he says slowly, looking at me like he can’t quite believe that this is happening to him tonight. “Do you want to come back to mine? For a coffee or something?”

I look at him for a long moment before asking, “Or something? Like what?”

His eyes meet mine steadily as he replies confidently. “Like sex.”

It’s not often that people are this direct with their offer but it’s hardly surprising as it’s already one thirty in the morning.

“Okay.”

He looks at me for a long moment, searching my face like he’s trying to decide if I’m just saying that or not.

“Okay?”

Fucking hell, knobhead, I’m making it easy here for you.Instead of replying to his question, I press a kiss to his lips. He looks at me surprised before turning and heading across the road to where his car is parked.

“You want some tea first?” he asks as he guides me into his living room.

“No thanks.”

“I might want—”

Oh for fuck sake!

As soon as he steps towards the kitchen cupboard I’m on him, pushing him up against the fridge and kissing him fiercely. He responds eagerly, wrapping his strong arms around me and pulling me closer.

I can feel my heat rising and it’s nothing to do with the temperature of the flat. I break away from his kiss and meet his eyes; they’re smoky with desire.

“Let’s go to bed,” I whisper.

He looks at me for a moment, lost somewhere in that head of his. But then he nods, takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom.

The minute the door closed behind us, his hands are everywhere, ripping apart the buttons on my blouse until it falls open. His mouth follows his hands down my neck to my chest and lower as he tugs at my skirt until it too lies in a pool around my feet.

“Jesus,” he says when he sees I’m not wearing knickers. “You came prepared.”

“I know what I want,” I say. A lot of dark thoughts are briefly invading my mind but then I pull him close for another kiss and they are gone. Tonight, I just want to forget.

“That was incredible.” His laughs when he returns from the bathroom. I bounce a little when his large frame drops next to me onto the mattress.

“Yeah,” is all I can manage in reply. We lie there for a bit, but then he tries to pull me into his arms.That’s enough. I slide from his reach and start pulling my discarded clothes on.

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