didn’t like this reply. Diane had seemingly been with me for the sake of just being with me. I had done the same thing with her. It had all been founded on something that was wrong and for the first time I was allowing myself to admit that.
“Hey there big guy.” Liv slided up to me and nudged my shoulder softly. “You ok there? You’re looking like a chocolate melting into that seat.”
“A chocolate?” I asked, amused and unwilling to move. I had one arm draped against the back of the booth’s seat while my other arm lay on the table.
“Yeah.” Liv’s eyelids lowered, seeming to become heavy. “A chocolate. Definitely. A nice, edible Hershey’s Kiss.”
And the way her eyes traveled over me destroyed all of my calm, tension shooting like spirals through me and forcing me upright. My body thrummed from the alcohol and her appraisal. Being compared to chocolate by her had me imagining things.
Things that featured her lips.
Lips that, in the dim light of that bar, I was dying to lean over and taste and I couldn’t deny it to myself any longer.
Holy shit.
“Another drink?” I was already standing up.
Liv nodded at me, her eyes traveling up and down my body.
I swear to God, I think they might have frozen for a second too long on my ass.
Jeans. Jeans are good. Must buy more.
No! This is bad! I should go.
But I wasn’t going to. God help me, I wasn’t.
When I returned with my drinks, Liv was leaning against the back of the booth and still giving me that look.
I swallowed, my abs clenching. I sat down and handed her the drink, taking a large sip of my own and hoping to high hell she wouldn’t see how nervous I was.
Liv’s cheeks seemed to be darkening even in the dim light and the relaxed, glazed look in her eyes told me that her own drinks were starting to hit her. She sat up and actually moved a little closer.
I almost choked on my drink, my body tensing even more.
Urges. Bad urges. Urges that felt good but were asking me to do things that would be bad. I didn’t want to go; I wanted to keep talking to her, but I just might have to force myself to leave .
I couldn’t give into what my body wanted from her. I’d have to tell her the truth before I did and once I did, I’d look like the biggest asshole in the world.
Which, I was starting to believe I was. Why the hell was I in a bar, lusting like a maniac after a woman when just yesterday morning I’d been engaged and ready to marry another?
Oh, right. Fuck you, Lucas. You left me on my own.
Once you saw her, would it have mattered if he was here?
No, o f course not.
So fuck you for inviting and convincing me, Luke.
“Calum, look at me.”
I took another sip and forced myself to do as she said.
“You seem...” She tilted her head, moving even closer. “Nervous.”
“I am,” I responded honestly.
She bit her lip. I wanted to kick the table away from me and rail. Why couldn’t I have met her later on? Oh say, months after my engagement had been over?
“Why? Is it because you can tell I’m attracted to you?” Nothing about her seemed to be hesitant or shy.
My cock punched at my jeans, almost making me curl into myself. Her admission was exactly what my body had been waiting for. Like an unmerciful tidal wave, the full extent of my lust for her unleashed itself.
I almost couldn’t hear anything beyond the roar of my heart. It pounded in my head. In my throat. The artery that rose up my neck and crossed my jaw twitched painfully with each heartbeat.
The throbbing in my dick beat all of that out, forcing me to consider when was the last time I’d actually had an orgasm. I hadn’t had sex for weeks. Fucking weeks. I’d been engaged and hadn’t slept with my fiancé for nearly a month.
What the fuck?
I didn’t have time to masturbate, hadn’t thought of doing so since I was younger. My need for sex had always been beyond healthy yet, somehow, I’d lived the last month of my life not realizing that I wasn’t