Some sort of demon possesses me because I yell, “You jerk!” and lunge at him, climbing onto his back and pummeling his shoulders while he’s throwing.
He laughs, catches one bare thigh with his free hand, and squeezes.
The dart lands on the wall, bouncing off and falling to the floor.
He shifts and dips me, swinging me around his front somehow. “Look at you. You do play dirty.”
“Don’t mock me!” My feet hit the floor, and I try to swing at him, but he renders me useless when he wraps one of his arms around my chest and arms, immobilizing me.
“Hey,” the bartender calls. “Everything okay over there?”
“We’re all good,” I yell back, leaning forward, trying to get Caden off me.
His entire body is pressed against my back, and I can feel every delicious inch of him.
“Settle down, little girl.” His voice is in my ear.
“Shut up. I hate you.” I press against him shamelessly.
“I know you do.” His breath is warm on my neck.
I arch again, and he captures my hip, forcing me still. “You’d better stop that, or we’re going to do something we both regret.”
With that I stop pressing and grinding against him, aware of how hot my skin feels, the rapid rise and fall of my chest, the sound of my harsh breathing.
It’s the first acknowledgment of our attraction, that we have chemistry and there’s no denying we’re veering into dangerous territory.
I nod.
When he speaks, it’s directly into my ear. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
His words make my knees go weak, but since he’s holding me up, I don’t have to think about standing.
I shake my head. “No.”
He laughs. “But I can let you go.”
“Yes.” My voice has regained some equilibrium.
“Fair enough.” His arms release me and he moves, giving me an inch of space. “We should probably head home.”
I swallow hard. “That’s probably for the best.”
I repress the crushing disappointment. My reprieve, my little slice of heaven where I could shake the responsibility from my shoulders, is over.
Caden
All I need to do is get her upstairs, make sure she gets safely into bed, and leave.
That’s all.
Three things. Easy.
Under no circumstances am I to touch her. I’m finally finding my stride, and I’m not about to fuck it up because her pussy has cast a spell over me.
We’ve just pulled up to the main house, and she’s leaning against the window, her eyes closed. I’m not quite sure she hasn’t drifted off to sleep, so I give her a nudge on the shoulder. “You’re home.”
Her eyes open lazily, her head turning toward me as she blinks me into focus. “Thanks for driving me.”