Page 8 of Connected By Stars
I make my way over and grin at her, making sure to show her my dimples, knowing girls can’t resist them.
“Is this seat taken?” I ask, pointing to the stool next to her.
She looks up and smiles at me. She takes me in, and I can tell she likes what she sees.
“No, it’s all yours. I have to warn you, though, I’m not very good company tonight. I just came here to drown my sorrows.” She nods at her drink.
“Now, why would a beautiful girl like you need to drown your sorrows?” I sit down and signal the bartender over.
“I just found out my boyfriend cheated on me.”
“What an asshole.”
She laughs and takes a drink. “Exactly, what an asshole.”
The bartender comes over, and I order her another drink and get a beer for me.
“Well, tonight is your lucky night because I’m here to cheer you up.” I take a sip of the beer that the bartender set in front of me.
“Is that so? And how do you propose to do that?” Her eyes roam my body before meeting mine, the hunger in themevident. This is going to be easier than I thought. She won’t even need the small talk. I decide to go the blunt route.
“Since I don’t do relationships, there’s no worry about getting hurt with me. The only thing you’ll be worrying about is how many times can your body actually survive an orgasm.”
Her lips part, and her eyes go a darker shade of blue. Why does she have to have blue eyes? I immediately push the thought out of my head.
“They do say that the quickest way to get over someone is to be under someone else.” She runs her finger over the rim of her drink.
“Exactly. You need to forget about the asshole for one night, and I can help with that. It’s as simple as that.”
“What did you have in mind.”
I stand up and throw some money on the bar for our drinks.
“Follow me.” I hold my hand out to her, and she hesitates slightly before she takes it. I try not to let myself think about the fact that her touch does nothing for me.
We go outside, and she’s already running her hands along my stomach. Not wanting to wait any longer to ease this ache in my chest, I pull her to the side of the building.
“Let’s start here.” It’s deserted on this side of the building, and we’re hidden in the shadows. Her back hits the side of the building as her hands go under my shirt, touching my stomach. She moans as her hands explore my abs. Her touch feels all wrong.
She brings her hands up and threads them in my hair, bringing my mouth to hers. Her tongue quickly finds mine as she hungrily kisses me. I hear her moan again. I go on automatic and kiss her back, trying to find the spark I felt earlier at dinner. Her hands go to the front of my pants, rubbing her hands against me. She breaks the kiss to look at me.
“What’s wrong?” She asks, looking confused.
“What do you mean?” I try and kiss her again, but she turns her head.
“You’re not even hard yet. With all that talk in there, I expected you to be ready tomake me forget, remember?”
“This has never happened before.” I shake my head and try to will myself to get aroused with her. “Just give me a second.” I kiss her again and put her leg around me, hoping that the contact will spark something in me. I kiss her neck, and a light floral scent hits me. Vanilla smells better—my mind screams at me. I lift my head and back away. I must look crazy with the confused look on my face. Frustrated, I run a hand over my face to try and compose my emotions.
She fixes her dress and gives me a pity smile. I don’t want the fucking pity smile. I’ve done this a million times and know I’m fucking good at it.
“Whatever it is that made you come here, you really need to figure it out. I wanted to forget tonight, but whatever you’re trying to forget by being with me has a stronger hold on you than you think. I hope you figure it out.” She gives me a small smile before walking away.
I stare after her, unable to process what just happened. I’ve never had trouble getting hard. I’ve basically been a walking hard-on since I was twelve. Not once have I evernotbeen able to please a woman. What the hell has Bell done to me? One glimpse at the desire in her eyes, and now I’m ruined for other women? I close my eyes and only see her. I can smell her vanilla shampoo and remember how badly I wanted to take her bottom lip from her teeth and suck it. I start getting hard and open my eyes, glancing down.
“Now you want to wake up? Seriously? Where were you when I needed you two minutes ago?” I get my keys out of my pocket and walk to my Jeep. This can’t be happening to me. I start the engine and pull out of the parking lot. I’ve beenreduced to cold showers. I’ve got to find a way to push through this and get her out of my head. Surely, this was a one-time thing. A lot happened today, and I haven’t processed it yet. I just need a good night’s sleep, and I’ll be back in the game before I know it. I rub the ache in my chest again and ignore the tiny part of me that’s curious about wanting more.
By Wednesday morning,I’ve talked myself into thinking it’s all in my head, and the whole thing on Sunday got thrown out of proportion. Bell’s meeting me soon to go over her latest footage and shoot some of the new items. We have our meetings every Wednesday morning before the store opens so that we won’t be interrupted. I haven’t seen her in two days, and I’m sure everything is going to go back to normal. I probably imagined the whole thing anyway, and I overreacted.
