Page 120 of Stolen Kiss

“I’m not your sweetheart, either.”

“Oh, you are. You fucking are. You. Are. Mine. Get me?”

I pulled harder on his hair, a mix of anger and lust pooling low in my belly. “Am I?”

“You are,” he gritted before he kissed me again, just as hard and unrestrained as the first kiss, just as frantic and desperate as he was making me.

I opened my mouth and let him deepen the kiss. At this point, we weren’t even dancing anymore.

I didn’t know what we were doing, and I didn’t care. I was pissed off and turned on.

Pissed that he had the ability to confuse me and take away all my good sense with the snap of his fingers, and turned on because he was Jensen fucking Pierce, and where Jensen fucking Pierce was concerned, I always wanted him, no matter what.

He pulled back once more but I clung to him, unable to let him go. Not like this. Not when I was feeling so vulnerable.

Jensen leaned down and kissed my forehead. I looked up at him.

“Give me time, sweetheart.”

“Time for what?” I asked, frustration making my voice tight. What did he need time for?

He opened his mouth before closing it, shaking his head. “Come on. Let’s go back. You didn’t eat anything before we left. I’ll order you a few appetizer dishes.”

I pulled my hand away. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll walk you,” he said without hesitation.

I rolled my eyes. “No offense, but I am a grown woman. I do not need my boyfriend to walk me to the bathroom. I can find my own way.”

I walked away before he could say anything else. I wouldn’t put it past him to follow me, but I didn’t check.

I moved as quickly as I could to the thankfully almost-empty bathroom. A first. It could be so crowded in bar bathrooms sometimes, but the bathroom here only had one other woman in a stall, and what was more, the room was clean.

I quickly did my business and washed my hands, but I didn’t leave right away. If Jensen had followed me, then he was probably waiting for me outside the doors now.

I wasn’t quite ready to face him.

I stalled by reapplying my lipstick, then wiped it off and reapplied it once more before checking over my appearance. I was in there long enough for the woman to have finished her business and for another two women to come in—chatting happily and drunkenly—to use the bathroom and walk out, until it was just me in there.

I couldn’t hide in this room forever. It wouldn’t be long before Evelyn came in and looked for me, and the way I was feeling, I wasn’t sure that I wouldn’t cave and tell her everything.

The last thing I wanted was to worry Evelyn.

Letting out a deep sigh, I moved out the door.

My eyes cast fleeting glances side to side, and I didn’t know why disappointment lay heavily in my stomach when I realized Jensen wasn’t here.

He didn’t follow me like I’d thought.

Well, fuck.

Now I wanted to cry, which was stupid.

I took a deep breath and took one more step when my path was blocked by a large man.

My nose wrinkled when I caught the scent of his B.O. before my eyes even took him in.I had him pegged to be about six feet tall, with a bulging stomach and short brown hair. His forehead took up a lot of his face because of the receding hairline. His small brown eyes and enormous nose made for a very unimpressive face.

He shot me a sleazy smile.

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