Addicted (Addicted Trilogy Book 1) (4 page)

Sara

 
“Wasn’t that
the guy from earlier this week? How did he know you would be here? Do you know
him?” Matt was shooting off questions at me quicker than I could even think of
the answers.

“Yes, it is and no, I don’t know him. I don’t know
what he’s doing here. He saw me at the bar and offered to help me bring the
drinks back over.” That was a true account of what happened, leaving out the
part of how my body reacted to him. Even after he was gone.

“There’s something about him I don’t trust. Be
careful if you meet up with him again, Sara.” Matt was concerned for me; I
could see it written all over his face.
But
it’s not like I keep running into the man. He knows where I work and now he has
seen me at the club. Does that mean I should stay away from this place now?
I knew it was my first time there, but I was kind of planning on coming quite
often in the future, especially since Matt had someone on the inside who could
give us some VIP treatment, so to speak.

“You never mentioned anything about a God-like creature
coming into the shop this week. Seriously, Sara, how could you forget to
mention
that
man?” Alexa was still
trying to scope out the crowd to see if she could catch another glimpse of him.
She was so obvious.

What I couldn’t understand was why her interest in
him was suddenly bothering me. I hardly knew him, yet I had an unexplainable
jealousy emanating from not that deep down. I’d never had this feeling about
anyone before, especially someone I’d just met. I secretly mocked women who
were jealous of others around their men; too much emotional energy.

Or so I always thought.

“I didn’t mention it because he’s not worth
mentioning. I don’t know him. He came into the shop to buy flowers for a
friend
,” I said, using air quotes, “who
had surgery recently, and he thought it would be a nice gesture. I told him it
was misleading to her but…whatever.”

They both stared at me with a puzzled look in their
eyes. “Who are you trying to kid, girly girl? You like him; otherwise, why the
hell would you remember your conversation with him? You can’t fool us, Sara.”
Alexa laughed. “Plus, you’re a terrible liar.” I fumbled with a comeback to her
absurd observation, but I had nothing.

I couldn’t really think of anything to say which
would convince them—or maybe myself—I wasn’t interested so I simply responded
with, “I don’t know what to tell you. Can we please talk about something else?”

Since Alexa knew she wasn’t getting any more out of
me about him, she decided to move on to other topics. Shopping, food and men
were at the top of her list, which I was completely fine with.

After about another hour or so, we were all due for
another refill or two. It was Alexa’s turn to secure our drinks, so Matt and I
sat back and got comfortable. She gave a little pout but headed off toward the
bar. It was nearing 11:30 and the place was pretty much at full capacity.

Alexa was back in no time thankfully, due to Colin
still working the bar and not being on break. As soon as she took her seat, I
decided to make my way to the ladies room, if I could only find it first. She
said she saw one to the left of the bar, underneath the stairwell.

“I’ll be right back, guys. Watch my drink.” I
hastily made my way through the throngs of people and ended up behind six women
waiting in line for the same purpose. Needless to say, after a few drinks, I
really had to use the facilities and the longer I waited, the more I realized it.
Thankfully, everyone was relatively quick so I was in and out in less than ten
minutes.

Just as I was rounding the corner, someone grabbed
my hand and pulled me into a dark section of the hallway. I instantly panicked,
having flashbacks, until I smelled
him
.
His scent was positively intoxicating, and I was instantly put at ease.

Emotionally, not sexually.

As with our last close encounter, a dull ache
between my legs, made me slip deeper and deeper into some sort of daze. His
hand was still covering mine, and I grew warmer by the second.

“I’m glad I had the chance to run into you again
before I left,” he mumbled as he stepped closer.

“How did you know where I was? Did you follow me to
the ladies room?” Why was I secretly hoping he would say yes?

“Not at all. I saw you walk by and reacted. Hope
you don’t mind?” His smugness was almost off-putting.

Almost.

 
I yanked my
hand from his warm grip and said the first thought which came to mind.

“I really don’t have anything to talk to you about,
so if you’ll excuse me, I have to be getting back to my friends now.”

He leaned down closer to my face, so close I
thought he was going to kiss me. “I don’t think you want to go anywhere. In
fact, I think you want to stay right here.
 
With me.
 
Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong,” I said with mock defiance.

“
Why are you lying?” His tone
indicated he was a little irritated, but I wasn’t sure why exactly.
“You
can’t deny there’s an attraction between us. Why don’t you just go with it and
see what happens?” His warm breath fanned my face, tickling my mouth in the
most delicious way. Leaning closer, he asked, “Can I kiss you?” His question
certainly surprised me. I doubted he was a man who asked permission for
anything and the fact he sought my consent told me he didn’t want to overstep
any boundaries.

It was sweet.

It was torture.

Resting my hands on his chest, my initial reaction was to
push him away
. My God, his chest is as
hard as steel. I can feel every muscle definition perfectly
.

But he was right; there was an undeniable attraction
between us, something I couldn’t explain.

So I gave in.

“Yes,” I whispered, my hands gripping the material
of his shirt and pulling him into me. The
S
hadn’t left my mouth before he was on me, devouring my breath as if he needed
it to survive.

His kiss undid me. It was everything I’d read about
in romance novels. It was everything I’d seen in those mushy, lovey-dovey
movies. It was real. And it was happening to me. The first time his tongue
softly stroked mine, I almost came on the spot. He was perfectly skilled, and
artisan mastering his craft of seduction.

I’d completely lost myself, holding onto him and
praying our moment would last forever.

He broke our connection, a move which left me
wanting him even more. “I’ve been craving this for so long,” he whispered
before he was instantly back to consuming me with his perfect mouth. His
statement flitted through my mind but quickly disappeared the more he teased
me.

He tasted slightly of scotch, and mixed with all
his other scents, it was quite overwhelming, but in a good way. I slowly inched
my hands toward the back of his head. Snaking my fingers into his hair, I
gripped him closer to my mouth. He groaned at my small display of enrapture,
letting me know how aroused he was. Pushing me against the wall, he covered my
body with his, pressing his lower half into my own. I could feel him straining
against his jeans, something which made me even more excited. I didn’t know
what got into me, but I reached down and ran my palm over his erection.

His body twitched.

“Don’t start something you won’t be able to finish,
woman,” he growled into my mouth.

 
“Whatever do
you mean?” I batted my eyelashes at him, toying with him a bit. I was playing
innocent—well, not completely playing. Although I knew I wasn’t going to really
do anything, I wasn’t completely sure why I was going to such lengths to tease
him.

Maybe I wanted to make sure he was just as affected
by me as I was by him.

“If you tease me too much, I don’t think I’ll be able to
control myself,” he panted.

“Then maybe we should stop.”
Please, don’t listen to me
.

“Is that what you really want?” He intently searched my
face, trying to read my reaction to him and the current position in which we
found ourselves. What he discovered was my need for him. I wanted him to start
kissing me again, and I said as much by leaning back into him, enticing him to
continue.

That time, he was a little more audacious. While
his beautiful mouth stole the distance between us, one hand gingerly caressed
my neck, slowly slipping down near my throat, then onto the top of my nearly
exposed breasts. “You really shouldn’t wear things like this. Every man in here
has been staring at you, and it’s driving me insane.” He was saying all of this
as his hand was massaging my breast, pulling gently at the top of my shirt.

“I think you’re exaggerating a bit by
every man
, and what do you care what I
wear?”

“I don’t like how exposed you are.” He snapped his
lips closed, clearly aware he was stepping over some invisible boundary.

“You don’t?” I found it funny he ‘didn’t like how
exposed I was,’ yet he was pulling at my tank top, revealing even more of me. But
then again, we were in a dark corner of a hallway where we were fortunate to
remain alone, away from everyone else.

 
When his
eyes connected with mine again, they took on a darker hue, his pupils dilating
in arousal. “This is only for me. Tell me,” he moaned, flicking his tongue
along the side of my throat. “Tell me this is only for me.” He was still
groping my breast, his lips teasing my skin, his other hand circling around to
my backside. Grabbing me firmly, he pushed himself closer, almost crushing me
under his own body.

I loved it.

I wanted it to be just for him.

No one else.

Just him.

“Tell me,” he demanded again, my silence torturing
him.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, it is all for you.”

“Only me?”

“Only you,” I responded, my breath barely escaping
my mouth.

It was obvious the alcohol coursing through my
veins was catching up with me, causing me to throw caution to the wind and
engage in risky behavior with the man standing before me. “What do you want to
do to me?” I couldn’t believe I was behaving that way with a virtual stranger,
albeit the sexiest, most intriguing man I’d ever had the pleasure of laying my
eyes on. But he was still a man I didn’t really know.

His lips made their way toward the sensitive spot underneath
my earlobe. When he spoke in his seductive low timbre, I thought I would
combust right then and there. “If we were alone, I would rip your clothes off
and feast on your body. I would lick and suck you everywhere, especially here.”
His hand instantly went to the heat between my thighs. I groaned and slumped
forward. Thankfully, he was there to make sure I wouldn’t fall over. “Is that
what you want? Is that what you would like me to do to you?”

Wow!
          

I couldn’t concentrate on what he was asking me
because his hand danced over my core, rubbing me in ways which should have been
illegal. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, snagging his lower lip and returning my own
brand of sweet agony.

“You’re going to undo me,” he proclaimed. His words
were confusing, their meaning completely lost on me. But I didn’t care. All I
wanted was for him to devour me, to crush my soul with his passion and need.

After a few minutes, he pulled away, air imminent
for the both of us. “Do you even realize how fucked I am because of you?” What
an odd question; although it did spark intrigue.

Before I could answer, he withdrew from me
completely. His lips left mine wanting more of his taste. His fingers had
offered a trail of heat my body was instantly missing. The look in his eyes
even changed, reverting back to a man seemingly unaffected.

I couldn’t help but wonder if I had done or said
something wrong. Trying to think back over the past few minutes did nothing but
prove frustrating. Entirely caught up in the way he made me feel left no room
for reason. Failing to even comprehend what it could’ve been I’d said or done, his
new demeanor was entirely lost on me.

So I gave up.

Not wanting our tryst to end, I started dreaming up
ways to remain in his presence, something which was so unlike me.
I would love for you to be my first
, I
thought.

“First what? What are you talking about?” he asked
as he tipped his head to the side.

Shit, shit, shit!
I thought that was in my head. Fuck!

“Nothing, forget about it,” I responded quietly,
desperately hoping he would heed my words and just move on.

“Tell me what you meant.” He scrutinized me with
his piercing green eyes, doing his best to figure out what my outburst could’ve
been about.

“I said nothing. I mean…I…I don’t know what I’m
saying. I’m a little out of sorts right now.” I’d attempted to straighten my
clothes as he continued to peer down at me. Even with my wedge sandals on, I
was still significantly shorter than him. I had to change the subject and do it
quickly before he probed me any further. “I have to return to my friends now
before they send out an APB on my ass. I’ve been gone forever.”