Page 34 of Broken Silence
I inhaled sharply at the sight of her wearing a sexy, emerald green dress. Sitting mid-thigh and clinging to her perfect body, it hugged her waist and cupped her breasts. She didn’t have much cleavage on show, just a hint of what was underneath.
I remembered every inch of her skin, the dip of her hips, and the rosy ring around her nipples. Her body was seared into my brain.
“Put your tongue away, Cole,” Ben joked.
I shot him a dark look, then went back to staring at Oakley just as she and Jasper got in the car.
Jasper sat in the front, and Oakley beside me.
“Want to know what I would do?” I whispered as Jasper and Ben spoke.
Chewing on that lip, she nudged my arm, blushing as if she was picturing exactly what I would do. Her hair was down and curled but she’d pushed it over one shoulder, exposing her neck.
The drive was short but with Oakley beside me, it felt like years until we reached the bar. I pressed my hands to my thighs and tried to stay calm.
“Let’s do this!” Kerry said as we pulled up outside.
I paid the Uber and we went inside.
It was a smaller place, a bar you started at before moving to a club, but there was live music and happy hour was every hour.
Ben ordered two rounds of drinks, and we found a table.
It took one drink for everyone to split up. Kerry and Ben went to dance as the band moved to cover eighties rock, and Jasper… well, he went to chat to every single woman he could find.
Oakley and I stayed at the table. Our chairs were pushed together, my arm over the back, and her body twisted to face me. We were so close, I could smell her skin, and I wanted to sink my teeth into it.
The only time I moved was to get more drinks.
She laughed again, her eyes glazed over and full of lust. I’d learned something new tonight. It only took three drinks and about forty-five minutes to get Oakley drunk.
“You’re such a lightweight,” I muttered, my face dangerously close to hers.
She gasped. “Let’s do shots!”
My eyes widened. “What?”
We’d spent a lot of time apart but she still didn’t seem like a shots person to me.
“I’ve never been this drunk before. I don’t get drunk; I don’t trust people. But I trust you, and I want Sambuca!”
“You want Sambuca?”
“Yeah. Let’s do it.”
“You’re going to have a headache in the morning.”
I had work in the morning, but I was nowhere near the point she was. I drank a lot more than she did, a lot more frequently, too.
“I don’t care,” she whispered, her mouth almost brushing mine.
A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, and the air between us crackled with electricity. “Then, I’ll be back with your Sambuca. Don’t move.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I’m not going anywhere.”
My smile slipped as I realised that wasn’t true. She might not go yet but she would eventually.Don’t dwell on that.
Shoving that thought to the back of my mind where I needed it to stay, I went and grabbed two shots. Sambuca was fucking awful, but I’d drink it for her. Plus, I wanted to see her reaction.
