Page 14 of Love at First Bite
6.Brewster
Ihad no idea what came over me as I stared into the most beautiful pair of brown eyes.
Jesus, they were fathomless. Fucking captivating like nothing else. I wanted to dive into those deep unreachable pools and drown in them.
She was beautiful even if I couldn’t see her whole face with the delicately made orange mask covering her eyes. I didn’t know a thing about her, not even her name, but I knew how the sound of her laugh made my heart feel like it was ready to burst from my chest, and her smile made me a feral, aching to make her laugh all over again.
“Kiss me.” It wasn’t a question but a demand.
I never spoke to anyone that way. Bold and forward. Domineering. The moment the words passed my lips, I was certain the mysterious curvy witch would slap me before hoping off the barstool and disappearing forever. The thought of never seeing her again made my gut burn even when I knew I should know better.
She was way too young for a man my age.
I wasn’t positive, but I knew there had to be at least a decade between us.
Time slowed as I watched her blink, slowly processing what I’d said. Just as I was about to take the words back, she leaned forward, taking me slightly by surprise. The sweet witch’s soft, warm hand touched the edge of my chin, moving to rest at the side of my face. Her eyes locked on mine, and my body turned hard.Rock hard.
My own arms wrapped around her middle, and the moment they did, it felt like I’d done it a million times in multiple past lives. My hands appreciated her curves and softness. My eyes skimmed her lips. Good god, my cock wept like he was sixteen with a girl for the first time at the sight of them. Utter perfection. Puffy and plump and painted red in a way all I could think about was kissing it off to see their natural color.
I didn’t even know her name, but she made me feel like I had my whole life ahead of me. Like I had something bigger and better to look forward to than I had when I’d woken up that morning. My own breath hitched in the middle of my throat.
Time and space stood at a standstill.
It could have been seconds or minutes, I wasn’t sure how long it was until she pushed off the barstool and leaned forward to kiss me.
“Fuck.” The curse left my lips just as hers touched mine. Slowly. Shyly. The goddamn innocence of it fueled my lust, and my blood hiked to a boil. I managed to hold back and let her set the pace. I could tell from the moment I spotted her from across the bar that she was shy. I had been ready to approach her when she’d surprised me by beating me to it.
Her lips skated over mine. The soft berry taste of her went straight to my head. But it was that very first little soft sigh, the hint of a moan, that broke me. Shattering my control to smithereens.
My hand flattened against the small of her back and swiveled her body on that damn barstool. Her legs spread, making roomfor my body to slide between hers, and I was more than happy to accept. The space we were in was tight. The too-fucking-crowded brewery was not the place for all the things I wanted to do to her running through my head.
But for now, this was enough.
Sitting on the barstool, she was only a little shorter than me as I pressed my front against hers. My other hand slid slowly up her back and right into the back of her wild waves, the tendrils soft between my fingers as I moved to cup the back of her skull without letting that cute little witch hat fall.
My little witch purred, pulling me deeper, making me hungrier. I kissed her until my lungs burned for oxygen and I had no choice but to pull away and rest my forehead against hers.
“Truth or dare,” my enchantress breathed.
“Dare,” I rasped.
“Do that again.” I growled. I sounded like a goddamn animal. Felt like one.
Shit, when have I ever wanted someone so damn badly?
The sight of me should have knocked some sense into her, but she took me by surprise when she simply giggled.Fucking giggled.The sound went right through me, feeding the primal thing that was starving for more of her wicked taste. My lips crashed back down on hers.
This time, there was nothing soft or slow or innocent about the kiss.
I was a demanding asshole. Rough, almost punishing. My tongue dove deep into the cavern of her wet mouth the way my body ached to do. I was so damn hard, it tittered on the edge of pain. There was no way she could miss the way my length pressed against her thigh. For a moment, I had a realization of where we were. Of what we were doing.
Shit.I was practically dry humping this beautiful stranger in the middle of a crowded bar.
I forced myself to pull away to end the kiss before things really got out of hand. I pressed my forehead against hers again, loving the way her eyes shined brightly as she stared up at me.
“Truth or dare?” My voice was hardly recognizable.
“Dare,” she answered as breathlessly as I felt.
