Restless (Drunk Girl's Fantasies Short Story One) Read Online Free Page B

“Yes.”  And it’s like that one word lights a spark in my veins and gives me permission to let go.  My blood begins to boil; my pulse spikes and I don’t have time to think before he grips my chin in his palm.  His hand feels large and warm against my face and I gasp as he plants a hard kiss to my lips.  His tongue plunges deep, claiming me, giving me no room to fight.  My hands tighten in his T-shirt and pull him closer giving back as much as he gives.  My tongue thrusts into his mouth, tasting him. 
    Yummy. 
    I noticed him.  I had noticed him every time I walked outside, every time I checked the mail, every time I backed out of my drive to go to work, and most definitely every time he took a run through the neighborhood.  I noticed him from the very first.  When he stepped out of his moving truck in ripped jeans and a worn-out T-shirt and lifted that heavy furniture with rock-hard muscles. 
    I noticed him.
    All of the emotions I’ve bottled up inside decide at that moment to pour out with the touch of his lips.  It’s the best kiss of my life.
    His head comes up and he rests his forehead against the top of my mine.  Both of us breathing heavily now. 
    Wow!
    He leans away from me.  “Ready for that drink, darlin’?”
    I blink at him, then nod.  “Yes.”  I swallow hard.
    “Then let’s go.”  He grabs my hand and tugs me down the hall.  I lean around his body and do a little jaunty finger wave to my girls.
    Now I love a manly man as much as the next girl, but when we step out into the parking lot and I come face to face with his badass big black truck tingles shoot through me beginning at my scalp to the very tips of my toes.  Moist heat begins to gather right in the middle.  My stomach tingles even more.  There’s something about his big ass pick-up truck that turns me on.
    “Nice truck.”
    “Thanks.”  His dimples pop out again.
    He situates me in the truck and shuts the door and walks around the front.
    I look toward the exit of the club and watch as Hailie and Georgia scramble out the door stopping to wave.
    Oh God.  I groan aloud just as Gage gets in and turns the key in the ignition firing up all the cylinders, including mine. 
    Most definitely mine. 
    He turns to me as his arm drapes over the back of the seat.  “What was that for?”
    I gesture with my chin and he looks over his shoulder.  “They’re just pleased with their supposed matchmaking skills.”  He looks at me.  “I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I didn’t need their assistance.”
    “Is that so?”
    He turns forward and pulls away without further comment.
    “You seem so sure of yourself.”  I turn and look over at him coyly.
    He slants his gaze to me.  “Determined.”  And I feel that strong sexual vibe again.
    “Do I seem easy to you?”
    “Hell-to-the-fuck-no.”   He puffs out a hard breath of air slanting an amused glance my way.  “Anything but…”  He turns back to watch the road.  “I’m in the best shape of my life.  Never ran so much before I moved in across the street from you.”
    My breath catches and I turn to the window and watch the city pass by.  We drive for about twenty minutes passing by tons of bars as we go, so curiosity finally gets the better of me and I ask, “Where are we going?”
    “My house.”
    “Your house?”  I tense.  “I thought we were going to get a drink?”
    “We are,” he says.  “Just at my house and not some loud, over-crowded bar.”
    My breath catches again and I hold it.
    “You fine with that?”  His brow cocks.
    Was I fine with that?  Seriously, I’m more than fine especially as he turns back to me stretches his arm once again across the seat his hand sliding up my neck to play with my hair.
    “Breathe,” he says as we pull into his driveway. 
    I slowly let out my pent-up breath.
    He pulls gently on my hair garnering my full attention.  “Hey Daredevil.”  He tilts his head and leans in close.  “You