but she pointed to a seating booth across from her.
“I was sitting right over there, with a load of Sebastian’s work crowd, and there was a couple over here who just couldn’t keep their hands off each other. And I couldn’t hold it back, not once I’d seen it, just how much I needed more.” She paused. “Just how much I needed you.”
“You saw a couple getting it on and you realised you didn’t want to stick with Sebastian anymore? Was he really that crap in bed?”
She was tipsy on those two proseccos, and she giggled. “We don’t share a whole load of interests, Seb and me.”
“I guess I owe that couple one hell of a thank you then, don’t I?” I said, and kissed her even fucking harder, and we were at it. Hands and breaths and heat. Enough tension that we could explode the whole room along with us just for one sip of this madness. Enough tension that her eyes were scorching mine, lips swollen just right to suck them all the harder when I finally pulled away.
Hell knows where her work friends were by then, but she sure wasn’t looking for them.
“I’ll never get enough of loving you,” she said. “I could kiss you for a whole damn lifetime, Lucas Pierce, and it would never be enough.”
“If your fountain finally lives up to its bullshit and cuts us a break, then I will be kissing you for a whole damn lifetime, Anna Blackwell.”
She ran her hands down my chest through my shirt, and it took everything I had not to tear her dress from her tits and take her right there and then.
“I think it’s time we went home,” she said, feeling my dilemma, and I smirked, mouth just an inch from hers.
“I think you’re right,” I told her, but I made her push me away before I’d free her, just to feel the contact.
It was only when we were heading for the front exit that I noticed a gaggle of drinkers at one of the far tables, with one of the girls staring over at us wide-eyed.
And there it was.
The crossover of two parallels on opposite sides of the spectrum. Another bystander staring at another couple, watching them heaving desperate for a single taste of each other.
Her blonde hair was tied back tight and her lips were bright red and her necklace was a chain of sparkles, but she was anything but a burst of sparkles herself.
She was a dead light on a dull day.
A pretty shadow under cloud.
A shiver of the laughter around, lost to it all.
It seems Anna noticed her too, and also seemed to notice the guy facing away from her – his arm just casually resting over the back of her seat.
Disinterested.
Bored.
Empty.
I had Anna’s hand held tight in mine as I led us on out, but she tugged back with a pause as we passed by the woman’s table. I stayed still as she leaned into blondie – who was still staring right at us – and pressed her lips right up to her ear.
Anna spoke.
Just a short little whisper, mouth to ear.
And then she smiled.
She smiled up at me with an even brighter grin as we left, and she was at me as soon as we were onto the street outside, her fingers dancing a tune with my belt as we edged down the pavement.
“What the hell did you say to her?” I asked with a smirk.
She shrugged, but I pushed her all the harder, nipping her bottom lip as she giggled.
“I told her to ditch him,” she whispered. “I told her to ditch that guy next to her and find the man who really makes her orgasm.”
“And that’s advice you’d give yourself all over again, even if you knew what a shit storm was brewing ahead?”
She nodded. “I’d give myself that advice a thousand times over, just for one little moment with your magical tongue on my clit.”
My cock was raging. It was raging and desperate with nowhere to go, and I’d never make it to her place. Not without pinning her against the wall ten times over and fucking her brains out en route.
Instead, I shunted her down a side road, and she squealed and giggled as I bundled her along in my arms.
“Where are we going?!” she laughed at me. “What the hell, Lucas? My place isn’t this way!”
I kept on guiding, and grabbing, and urging us along, and she was still giggling and swaying as she