Playing It Safe(40)

He slowly pushes himself off the wall and crowds my inner sanctum, sending my senses into overdrive with his proximity. “I was wondering how much longer you were going to make me wait.”

His sexy as all get-out voice is already wreaking havoc on me, and I’ve only been standing here two seconds, three tops. And my God he smells good. Like seriously good and magically delicious.

“I was wondering the same thing about you.”

His hand comes up to move the hair off my neck, and the slight brush of his fingers against my skin sends a jolt straight down to my happy place.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I already told you the other night, you don’t make me uncomfortable, Alex.”

“I don’t?” he asks in a playful tone. He dips his head so he can whisper this time in my ear. “Are you sure about that?”

While he’s still close and the tequila is making me brave, I exhale, and in my best come-hither voice say, “You make me anything but uncomfortable.”

“Then why have you been avoiding me since you arrived?” he asks.

“Are your legs broken?”

His brow furrows in confusion. “Last time I checked, no.”

“Well if they’re not broken, then why the hell didn’t you just walk on over there to see me?” I lean forward a little to whisper in his ear. “Maybe it’s because you’re the one who’s uncomfortable.”

Alex chuckles when he says, “Touché.”

“Yeah, right,” I mumble and put some much-needed space between us.

He’s full-on laughing now. “You’re really upset with me for not coming over to you, huh?”

I take a quick sip of my beer, thinking of something clever to say. Nothing. Totally shooting blanks here.

He leans into me so closely that I feel the stubble on his jaw against my cheek when he whispers into my ear. “Cat got your tongue, Julia?”

I can’t rationally explain what happens next when Alex tries to stand up straight. It could be attributed to quite a few factors. Let’s break it down, shall we?

            1. Alcohol.

            2. He’s too close to my mouth.

            3. I haven’t had sex in a loooong time.

            4. He almost made me have the best orgasm of my life a few days ago.

            5. Refer to numbers 1 through 4.

All of these factors make for a dangerous blend, so instead of letting him get away from me, I lazily run my fingers down his tie with my free hand. He looks on, entranced by my movements when I reach the end and wrap it around my hand in a tight fist. I tilt my head up to meet his piercing blue eyes at the same time I give a small tug on his tie to bring his face closer to mine. I’m determined to win this tug-of-war between us just once.

“You know, Alex, I’ve been thinking a lot about our date the other night.”

“Which part?” he asks with a raised brow. “And be very specific.”

Alex scans my face and drags his teeth across his bottom lip. My eyes hungrily follow while secretly willing him via Jedi mind control to do the same thing to my lips, my neck, my breasts, my thighs—I think you get the picture. He tears the beer bottle out of my grasp and taps the shoulder of the nearest body, never once breaking eye contact with me.

“Do I know you?” a man’s voice says.

“Here.” Alex pawns my beer without another word being spoken to this guy who surprisingly obliges and leaves us alone again.


As I’m trying to suppress my laugh, Alex’s hands sweep around my waist and pull me into all his yummy hardness.

“That was kind of rude,” I attempt to say in an unaffected voice when all I can think about now is riding his dick like a pogo stick.

“Don’t try to change the subject,” he throws back at me. “You were about to tell me which part of our date the other night you’ve been thinking about.”

With another light yank of his tie, I bring his head a little lower until I’m level with his ear. I lick my lips, and my tongue makes the tiniest of contact against his earlobe, eliciting a gasp of breath from him. “I’ve been thinking that I wish I didn’t have ground rules at all between us the other night.”

Alex hisses and stills his movements. I finally have the upper hand, and it feels fantastic.

My victory is short-lived. Because if there is one thing I’m certain of where Alex is concerned, the man likes to be in control just as much as I do. He breaks out of his stupor, spinning me around and then backing me up against the wall. My breathing accelerates into a choppy rhythm while his remains even.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” he asks in a calm tone of voice, further rattling me.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Because if you’ve had too much to drink, Julia, then I won’t attempt to find out exactly how far I can break your ground rules. I don’t want to take advantage of the fact that you’re even a little bit drunk because I want you to remember everything I do to you.”