Messy Love(25)

I didn’t know shit about clothes, but I knew one thing here; she looked damn good in that short dark blue dress showing off her round hips, amazing legs, and a tantalizing rack. I glowered at a few guys around checking her out, and I contemplated going to her before one of them thought it’s a good idea to make a move on her when she spotted me and waved almost shyly. Shit, it’s cute. She shouldn’t be cute when wearing a dress like that.

I smiled around the last sip of my beer and put the empty bottle on a piece of furniture nearby right when she reached me. Her eyes trailed over my body, briefly stopping at the growing bulge in my crotch. I didn’t try to hide it.

I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled crookedly when her eyes landed on them. With her, I never knew if the appreciation I read on her face was for my ink or my body.

“You came,’’ I said gruffly, trying to hide the damn trepidation growing on the inside. I barely paid attention to the party anymore. All that was in for me was Marissa, standing in front of me with a daring smile, bright violet-blue eyes and her small chin defiantly raised.

“As if you doubted.’’ She put a hand on her hip and shook her head in annoyance.

I wasn’t going to tell her that yes, for the last ten minutes I had doubted she’d show up. I couldn’t tell her how crazy she made me. She thought I was an ass, and she’s right, but while I was usually not invested in women, I spent time with—or fucked or planned to fuck—with her it’s completely different, and it threw me.

I still hated what she represented, but I wanted her too bad for it to take over my need to be balls deep in her.

“Want a drink?’’

She glanced around then, and I saw her frown at Ralph, so far gone in la-la land he didn’t realize that Marissa was here. When I noticed his hand grab the girl’s breast I cleared my throat and snatched Marissa’s wrist to direct her away from them.

“Isn’t he supposed to be with the redhead girl from the club?’’ she asked me once we’re away. She had to lean into me so I could hear her because I didn’t bend down to help her. That would keep her body away from mine.

When her full breast pressed against my side, I had to stop a primal growl from coming out. She drove me nuts, or maybe it’s the lack of sex for the past few months.

“I’ve stopped following their game a couple of years ago. It’s too complicated,’’ I replied close to her ear. I watched the glowing skin on her neck and collarbone pebble. I couldn’t stop the smile forming on my face. Shit, I’d never smiled so much before.

“And you don’t do complicated, uh?’’

I locked eyes with her, drawing her closer with a hand engulfing her shoulder. She came willingly, but I observed her breathing deeper, her breasts pressing harder against the fabric of her dress. What would it take to have them spilling over?

“You’re here, aren’t you?’’

She looked away, and her cheeks got red. It’s fascinating to witness what I could do to her with just words. I could piss her off which made her eyes brighten, I could fluster her which had her cheeks all red, and I could confuse her which made her lips part enough to let me have a peek at her tongue. Every fucking thing she did drew me in more, all for wrong reasons. It didn’t stop me.

“Do you want a drink?’’ I asked her a second time. I slid my hand from her shoulder to her hip, trailing my fingers lightly along her rib cage and missed the outer edge of her round breast by a breath. When she trembled, shivered really, I tightened my grip on her hip. My fingers dug into her softly, but with enough strength that I made out the line of her panties under her dress.

I took a deep breath when the need arose in me to push her into the wall behind me and take her mouth. It was so damn strong I knew she must be feeling my hand shaking on her. It was barely bearable for me when my cock twitched in my pants. I was so used to women touching me, pushing their breasts into me and licking my neck until I gave a kiss and led them to a quiet place to fuck, that it was hard to be somewhat stoic with Marissa.

“I’d rather not drink,’’ she said finally, her voice sounding a bit choked over the loud music.

“Why not? Afraid you’re going to lose it around me?’’ I smirked at her and chuckled when she glared at me. But there’s no bite behind her glare this time. Fuck, right now it felt a lot like teasing foreplay, and it made me burn hotter.

“You…You’re… Argh!’’ She wrenched herself away from me, and it was hard to believe, but I missed her heat against me. I also seriously wanted to keep my hand on her smoking body. “What are you trying to do here?’’

“Do I need to spell it for you?’’ At her narrowed eyes I shrugged. “You and I both know you feel that damn attraction. It’s called lust, babe. Let’s not pretend it’s not there.’’

She pursed her lips, and when I was sure she was about to deny it, she shocked the hell out of me. She leaned closer and slid her body along my side until her lips brushed faintly along my earlobe. Holly shit.

“I’m not pretending anything, Wyatt. That doesn’t mean I like you and how patronizing you just sounded.’’ One of her hands landed on my chest. I bet she could feel the racket my heart did under my pec. “I don’t understand what you want from me, and I hate that.’’