Page 32 of Wild Thing
He grazed his foot up my bare leg again. My heart began to thunder in my chest.
I stared at the panther tattoo that covered his left hand. He lightly stroked my fingers, twisting my rings.
Lowering his voice, his words struck me like a viper. “If you tell me you’re happy, I’ll walk away right now.”
Instead, I closed my eyes and whispered, “I’m not happy.”
A beat passed, and he delivered a sledgehammer.
“Me neither.”
Taylor was right.
I was in trouble.
***
Before long, we were the last people in the restaurant. I hadn’t even noticed the place emptying out; my entire attention was focused on Brax. Time didn’t seem to exist.
Noticing the staff telepathically willing us to leave, it was clear neither of us wanted to part. The mood shifted to disappointment as we realized we had to call it a night.
“I’ve ordered a car, it should be out the front,” Brax said.
“This feels like being a kid and having your parents call you inside because it’s getting dark out,” I said, shrugging on my overpriced coat, preparing for the cold, wet weather outside. “You don’t want to leave, but you have no choice.”
Brax nodded in agreement as he passed the waiter his credit card, finalizing the bill.
A white sedan waited in the pouring rain right at the entrance. We climbed into the back, giggling, buzzed from the wine.
“The Dalton please.” Brax instructed the driver.
The sound of rain on the car roof was relaxing. My eyes felt heavy as I leaned my head back onto the headrest and closed my eyes, enjoying the sound of the raindrops.
I felt Brax’s hand on my exposed thigh.
My heartbeat felt supercharged as I opened my eyes to find him looking at me.
His touch burned my skin and darkness swirled in his eyes turning my bones to dust.
Placing my hand on top of his, I slid it slightly higher up my thigh. He grinned at me slowly.
I smiled back, imagining his lips trailing over my body. We were walking a fine line, especially after admitting we were both in committed long-term relationships.
But damn, this was something else.
I angled my body toward Brax. “What are you thinking about?”
Brax mimicked my move, resting his head on his seat. His hand still rested on my thigh, my fingers now interlaced with his.
He closed his eyes. “You don’t want to know.”
I continued to stare at him, his handsome face illuminated by the glow of the traffic lights outside.
He was wrong.
I really did want to know.
***
