Page 33 of Cinder
“What was that for?” he asks, his mouth wet with my kiss, his eyes heavy with lust.
“I wanted one last taste.”
He smiles, and it’s devastatingly gorgeous. Dimples. Perfect white teeth.
But his eyes sparkle with lust and mischief. “How about more than a taste?”
“Meaning?”
“Let me give you the whole damn night.”
Damn, why does he have to be so sexy?
“It would make things complicated if I’m going to work here,” I say.
He takes a step closer. “You don’t work here yet.”
I take a step closer. “But come Monday?"
“We’ll keep it all business.”
The air around us is sparks. I lick my lips, and his eyes track the movement, lust shimmering in his expression.
There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t do this.But so many reasons why I should. I don’t know what lies ahead for me. But if I’m forced to marry Viktor then I don’t want my first experience to be the night he claims me as his wife.
The thought fills me with revulsion.
I want something to remember.
A moment where I felt free.
This moment.
I look up into a pair of bright blue eyes and feel my resistance let go. I want this. I want him. Right now. Fuck Luca and fuck Viktor?—
The door flings open, and a biker with long hair and a girl in a denim skirt and halter top fall into the room kissing wildly and muttering all the things they’re about to do to each other. She tugs at his zipper while he’s already got his hands down the front of her skirt. They fall against the wall frantically kissing and desperate for each other.
Lars clears his throat loudly, and they finally look up to see us standing in the middle of the room.
“Ah, fuck, didn’t realize this room was already taken,” the biker says.
Now that he’s not attached to the lips of the girl, I can see his face. I met him earlier tonight when Cheezy introduced him as Balls.
“Your bedroom too far away?” Lars asks with an arched brow.
Balls grins. “Hell man,thisroom was too far away.” He looks at his date and winks at her. “When you’re with a honey like Shandi.”
His date giggles, looking up at him adoringly. “My name’s Sandi, not Shandi.”
“Yeah, baby, that’s what I said.” He kisses her again and they seem to forget we’re in the room.
Until Lars clears his throat again. “What the fuck, Balls?”
Balls drags his lips away from Sandi and holds his arms up in surrender. “Yeah, sorry. We’re leaving.” But before they leave, Balls bounces his gaze between Lars and me, and a big grin spreads across his face. “Nice.”
“Get the fuck out,” Lars growls.
And the biker and girl leave without another word.
