Page 8 of When love and Hate Collide

God, I’m not even going to get into those full lips of his that are becoming more and more appealing to me with every deliberate lick. It would be a dire shame if he’s a terrible kisser with such tender and desirable lips. While I’m trapped somewhere between my lewd thoughts and my deliberations staring at his mouth like a star struck teen, his lips curl into a wayward smirk and it’s not until he takes hold of my chin and tilts my head back a touch, forcing me to meet his heated gaze that I snap out of it.

My heart picks up in pace and starts to jackhammer against my ribs when his eyes lower to my mouth and he leans in closer, my own eyes closing when his mouth inches closer to mine.

I wait, lips parted for him to kiss me, but instead, I feel them graze along my cheek toward my ear. “There’s someplace I want to take you. Will you come with me?”

No Jeyla, don’t you even think about going off with him.

I shouldn’t.

I’m all ready to say no and put an end to this recklessness; that is until he gently nips at the spot behind my ear and I visibly quake. “Yes.” The damned word falls out of my mouth before I could catch it.

Well, I can’t take it back now or he’ll think me an idiot for going back on my word… besides, if I’m being completely honest, there isn’t a fibre in my body that is contesting the idea of leaving with him.

My eyes snap open when his mouth vanishes from my flesh, and I almost groan in displeasure. I should tell Ash or one of the girls I’m leaving, but they’re likely among the sea of bodies grinding on the dance floor.

While he stops to tell his friend something, I take out my phone and drop a text to Ash so she doesn’t worry.

Me:

Ash! I’ve only gone and met a fucking stud! I’m going off with him. Pray for me cause bitch I’m going to need it. I’ll drop you my location just in case he’s a super-hot serial killer. L.U.

“Shall we?” I look up from my phone when he gives my hand a squeeze. I only nod in response and follow him toward the exit. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

I smile when he gives me a side long glance as we walk over to a blue BMW parked fifty feet away. I moan audibly and my stomach rumbles with the thought of food. “Oh, me too, I could murder a BigMac right now.”

My mysterious hottie laughs and unlocks the car before reaching over to the passenger side door to open it for me. I find myself instantly drawn to the sound of his deep-throated laugh. “That’s a good shout, I’ve not had Maccy D’s in a while,” he approves with an amused chuckle. The drive to the nearest all night McDonalds was around fifteen minutes. The conversation flows nicely with no awkward silences, which is nice. Once we park up and head inside we order our meals and take a seat in one of the booths and eat our food while conversing.

“So, are you still not going to tell me your name?” he questions before he takes a long sip of his strawberry milkshake.

I shrug sipping gingerly on my own diet coke, “Why are you interested in finding out my name?” I probe curiously after I swallow the contents in my mouth.

“Why are you so reluctant to tell me?”

Nibbling on the straw, I smile impishly, “Why does it matter? Let’s be honest, we’re never going to see each other after tonight. So, why ruin the mystery?” I express coquettishly.

He licks his lips, smiling, while he holds eye contact. “Bloody hell, you’re a tough nut to crack. Also, I don’t know whether I should take offence to that little remark there or not. I thought our first date was going so well.” He voices while standing up, taking both our trays and emptying the rubbish in the bin. I allow my eyes to drift downward to his behind and take an appreciative look.Lordy, that’s a nice tush.

“No offence intended, just pointing out facts is all.” I reply with a snigger.

“Come on then, mysterious girl. Are you ready to go?” he questions peering down at me with a knowing smile on his face.

Shit, did he notice me ogling his behind?

I feel my cheeks burn but nod with a chuckle. “Indeed I am.” I answer, taking his hand when he holds it out for me, I stand and together we walk out of the restaurant. The sexy stranger snakes his arm around my waist. A jolt of excitement passes through me when I feel the warmth of his fingers seeping through my top. We make our way back to his car, the car park is almost empty, only two or three vehicles occupied some spaces which I assume belongs to the employees. Oddly enough, I’m starting to feel nervous all of a sudden. Nevertheless, before my brain has time to obsess about it, I’m pressed up against a wall toward the back of the building.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, staring up at him, startled. You’d think I would be terrified being intimately caged by a stranger, but I’m unusually calm. There’s something reassuring about his demeanour and the way he’s looking at me that seems to quieten the alarm bells that should be going off in my head right about now.

His handsome face is barely a hair away from mine while he speaks to me quietly. “Something I’ve been burning to do since the moment I laid my eyes on you,” he whispers huskily, dragging his nose over the length of my mine.

My heart starts to race, but I manage to smirk and keep myself composed. “Is that right?” I breathe and he nods humming throatily in response. “And what might that something be?”

I’m not sure where this newfound prowess has sprung from because my hands skim up his torso and stop to rest on his strapping chest. I’m instantly gratified by the way his muscles twitch and harden under my touch. He tucks his long index finger under my chin and tilts my head up a touch. “Tell me your name, beautiful,” he whispers, his breath hot against my lips.

I smile up at him and raise a brow, “You don't give up, do you?” I question, our eyes fixedly staring into one another.

“No, not until I get what I want.” He replies, stepping closer until his hard body is flush against mine. I bite my lip and give up the fight within me and allow that overwhelming urge to consume me. Before I could chicken out, I kiss him. Jesus, this is so out of character for me, but it seems this gorgeous stranger makes me want to step out of my norm and embrace the wayward side of me. Without a word nor doubt, I lean forward, closing the already miniscule gap between our lips and press my mouth to his, lightly at first, but then his lips tenderly brush mine apart and his tongue dexterously seeks out my own, deepening the kiss until it becomes frenzied.

I’m not entirely sure how long we kiss, but I know it’s long when my lungs start to burn in protest. Begrudgingly we slowly draw back, panting, our foreheads still pressed together. “Damn,” he expresses breathlessly, while his thumb affectionately strokes my jaw. “You crafty girl, trying to throw me off with a kiss, are we?”

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