Page 2 of When We Breathe
Dani: We’ve decided to dress up. Wear something on the sexy side.
Now we’re talking.
Iloveto dress up, so I spend an extra five minutes in my tiny closet trying to decide between a black dress with a high-waisted belt that hugs all my curves and shows off the girls and a pink babydoll dress with spaghetti straps that hits me just above the knee.
Frankly, the thought of sitting in the dress with the belt makes me cringe. I won’t be able to breathe.
Pink dress it is.
Even in my heels, it doesn’t take me long to walk to the pub, and I grin when I see that we’re all arriving at the same time.
“Holy shit, you’re hot as fuck,” I say to Billie, who’s in a red slip dress that is todie for.“You’re all totally fuckable.”
We exchange hugs, and Billie suggests we take a selfie outside, where the light is still good.
“That pink isso prettyon you,” Skyla tells me as she loops her arm through mine and we step inside. “I love it.”
“Thanks, friend.”
“Let’s get all of the apps on the menu and share,” Dani suggests as we claim a table and sit. A server appears to take our orders.
“Sounds good to me,” I say, and the others nod in agreement.
Before long, we’re two drinks in, Billie has had to tella guy to go fuck himself when she went to the jukebox, and I’m feelinggood.
I’m so glad I came tonight.
Chapter Two
GABE
Adam leans over the pool table to take a shot at the green stripe, and I don’t even know if he sank the ball because all I can focus on is his fine, hard ass.
Jesus Christ, my man is hot as fuck.
He’s usually in a suit, or at the very least slacks and a dress shirt because he works a swanky job in a swanky office, but tonight, he’s in jeans that mold over that ass and those thighs perfectly. His black T-shirt hugs his washboard abs, broad shoulders, and biceps that make me bite my lip on the daily.
Hot. As. Fuck.
He stands and turns to me, lifts his beer to sip it, then shrugs.
“Missed.”
“I wasn’t watching,” I reply, not bothering to hide my lust. There’s no use in trying to hide it. Adam always knows.
With a grin, he saunters over to me and lifts his hand to the side of my neck.
“You okay, babe?”
“Just enjoying the view,” I reply honestly, and his gray eyes heat as they flick down to my mouth.
As I lick my bottom lip, satisfaction bubbles inside me when his jaw ticks, and he leans in to whisper in my ear.
“I’m going to take you home tonight and fuck you so hard and for so long, you won’t be able to walk straight for a fucking month.”
“Promise?”
“You’re such a fucking brat.” But he’s not mad about it as he closes the gap between us and nips at my chin.
