When You're Mine (MINE #3)(2)

No.

Say No!

“Yes.”

What the hell am I doing?

Maddie had been with him-my friend, my dear sweet best friend. This was breaking all kinds of girl codes. Wait… we were just having dinner. Nothing was wrong with two people sharing a meal together. Right?

Right.

Sliding into the corner booth, I watched Barrett remove his suit coat. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt before he tugged at the knot of his periwinkle tie. You would have thought he was stripping down naked. I could hardly breathe and my wet panties were proof that the simple task of finding comfort had suddenly become very erotic. Barrett took a sip from his Sam Adams and then unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

He cleared his throat. “How’ve you been?”

I needed something to drink. My mouth was so dry. Wonder if he would let me drink that beer from his mouth? “Good. You?”

It was hard to think, much less talk. I didn’t want to talk. I could think of a million other things I wanted to do with this man besides talk. “Busy as hell,” he said. “Still teaching?”

“Yes.” I stared down at my menu. I couldn’t look at him. I was so horny. I wanted to crawl under this table and suck him off.

Shit, I need to get laid.

“Music, right?”

I was impressed, more than impressed. Barrett had been completely aloof the first time I met him. I didn’t think he’d heard a damn word I said. Then again, he was screwing Maddie at the time, so why the hell would he pay attention to me. “Yes,” I answered, unable to pull my eyes from his.

Cocking his head, a wicked grin darkened his marvelous face. “Do you say yes to everything?”

Blue eyes sparkled beneath the overhead light like the sun reflecting off the surface of the ocean, and when they darkened that way, like he had some kind of secret he only wanted to share with me, I had to pinch my thighs together. All I could think about was getting beneath him. I hadn’t been properly f*cked in months. Maybe just one time wouldn’t hurt. No one would ever have to know, right?

“No.”

He smiled and I swear it lit up the whole damn place. A tiny dimple dented the top of his left cheek and I completely forgot about the reasons why I should not throw myself at him like the slut I was. Inhaling a deep breath, I summoned my inner bitch and leaned forward, folding my arms on the table in front of me. “Fuck the small talk, Barrett. What am I really doing here?”

There were only two reasons he invited me to join him. He was either interested in knowing about Maddie, or he was interested in f*cking me. I knew for a fact he and Maddie spoke often, so it left the latter of the two. There was only one thing I wanted, and it was beneath this table, imprisoned in those impressive pants. I silently wondered if he could f*ck a woman like she needed to be f*cked, if he would take me from behind or need to look into my eyes. Would he f*ck me with such erratic force it would leave me in an orgasmic coma?

Impossible.

Narrowing his eyes, he locked them tight with mine. “Honestly, I have no idea. I saw you walk in and before I knew what was happening, I was on my feet, calling your name.”

Well shit…

What the hell was I supposed to say to that?

I ordered a glass of red and a grilled chicken salad. Barrett ordered another Sam Adams and a burger. I should’ve made a run for it, before something bad happened, like me begging him to f*ck me raw in the alley out back. But I couldn’t seem to pull myself away from this spot, or his eyes. He leaned in closer, the smell of his cologne punching me right in the chest. Pressure and pain roared in my head like thunder, vibrating down my spine.

Oh shit, not now!

I scooted across my seat, clutching my bag. Black spots dotted my vision. “I’m sorry Barrett, but I have to…”

The sight of the floor careening toward my face was the last thing I remember before pain and darkness engulfed me, dragging me under.



“Tabitha.”

Barrett’s voice wrapped around my name in a soft whisper just as the stabbing light met my eyes. I covered my face with a groan. “Dark…I need it to be dark.” It felt like a wad of cotton balls had been shoved inside my mouth and my head retained a clawing, dull ache.

“One sec,” he whispered.

Removing my hands from my face, I blinked several times before my eyes adjusted to the darkness. City lights seeped through the sheer curtains, but the illumination was welcomed. It made it easier to see his shadow looming over me. The faint smell of his distinct scent laced the air between us. Subtle enough to make my clit throb and strong enough to become addictive. For his safety and my sanity, I should not be anywhere near this man. Closing my eyes, I tried to remember what happened. “Where am I?”

“My bed,” he answered softly, smiling around each word.

No way.

Did I sleep with him and don’t even remember? That would seriously suck. “How did I get here?”

“I called 911 when you blacked out.” Dragging a hand down his face, he exhaled a relieved sigh. “You scared the shit of me. By the time the ambulance showed up, you finally started to come around. You told them it was just a migraine and you hadn’t eaten all day. You refused to go to the hospital. Do you not remember any of this?” Planting his hands on both sides of my hips, he leaned in closer.

Too close.