Chapter 29

• I turn to see her laugh out loud with a carefree flick of her hair and my insides melt. I love the way she laughs. I miss the way she laughs. Those dimples do me in, every time. She’s perfect, my eyes swipe down her from head to toes. Looks hot is the understatement of the year—she looks fucking edible. My cock immediately twitches to attention. Why in the hell does she affect me like this? She’s wearing a tight dress that shows every curve on that beautiful body, and those tits. I haven’t seen her dressed like this before—she’s asking for it. Actually she may be begging for it by the end of the night, either that or begging me to stop. I smile as that thought crosses my mind. My eyes drop as her long muscular legs demand my attention in those sky – high boots. Boots that belong around my ears while I bury myself deep inside that beautiful tight… This isn’t good. I rub my face and turn back to the bar. Seriously fucked–up shit going on here. This is unbearable. I need to get the hell out of here before I do something that I will regret. Something that will entail her being bent over the bar while I take her from behind. Hard. Where did that come from? I rub my forehead as a cold sweat breaks my brow. I can feel my willpower slipping inch by inch, moment by moment. The brain in my cock overtakes the gears of my brain, too much blood in one part, not enough in the other. Shit.
• “Go and talk to her,” Adrian urges.
• “Are you kidding? No.” I glance back as she turns her back to me and starts to dance. God that ass, fuck me. What I could do to it. My cock gets harder. This happened at the wedding, and the last time I saw the bitch. Just the sight of her and I could orgasm. My heart starts racing again at the thought of what sex would be like with her. Fuck, it’s almost primal. My eyes flick back again, the urge of ownership over her that fills me is disturbing. I need to go home before I drag her kicking and screaming out of here.