Kale
After she humped the shit out of me on the dance floor, I took her to one of the tables and got us some more drinks. We’d gotten a lot more comfortable around each other, but I guess that’s what happens when you’ve touched almost every inch of the person you’re dancing with. Mesmerized by those eyes, I brushed a few strands of her hair out of her face as she sipped on her martini.
“You from around here, Krista?” I asked her.
“Krisa,” she suddenly corrected, a fleeting look of irritation crossing her features. “No ta at the end. Everyone messes that up!”
Fucking hell, she was feisty.
I smiled. “Sorry, kitten. My bad.”
“And yeah, I’m from around here. Moved into my aunt’s house a while ago but she’s crazy.”
“Crazy how?”
“She’s pretty godly.”
“Religious?”
“Very.”
“Fuck, that’s no good.”
“I know,” she said, cringing. “I’ve been trying to dodge her, actually. Nothing more fun than someone sticking their god down your throat, right?”
“Right.” I eyed her sexy body once again, stopping at her legs. “Does she know you’re out here?”
She scoffed, looking at me like I was crazy. “Hell no!”
I laughed. “Probably a good thing. You look fucking sinful, kitten.”
Krisa smiled seductively at me. “Nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“Hell no. I’m too busy admiring you to care about virtues.”
“Who needs those?”
“Boring people.”
She laughed, her cheeks glowing as she replied, “I’m glad you’re as reckless as me then.”
I licked my lip slowly, eyeing hers, hungry for a taste of them. “I’m the epitome of reckless, baby. It’s not my most endearing trait.”
“Yeah, well, I like reckless.”
Fuck.
She was all kinds of wrong for me, wasn’t she? My dad had given me an earful about good women. Said shit like I needed one to calm me down, to stop me from racing and drinking, and all that other dumb bullshit he spewed.
But who wanted that? Racing and drinking was who I was, and fucking sinful girls like this girl here was what I lived for.
He didn’t know shit.
Krisa drank some more of her drink before leaning into me. “How about you?” she asked me, her dark eyes boring into mine. “What’s your name? I never asked you.”
It was pretty refreshing being at a club on the opposite side of town. People here had no idea who I was. The second they smelled money, they either tried to drain your pockets, or looked down at you like you were a show-off.
She’d know about my family if I told her my real name, and she might know about me, too. I knew how fast news travelled around town, and the last thing she needed to know was I was some player jackass with an alcohol problem.
Player, I obviously acknowledged. But alcoholic? Fuck no.
So, I replied, “Cole.” It wasn’t my name, but it sounded close to it, which was good enough.
“Nice.”
“What would be nice is somewhere quiet.”
She glimpsed down my body again, her eyes brighter than before. “We’re in a club, handsome. No quiet places here.”
I shrugged. “Let’s find one. A car. A closet. Hell, I’ll dive in a dumpster just to be alone with you.”
She wet her lips with her red little tongue, glancing around the club in thought before settling her eyes back to mine. “You’re abrupt, aren’t you?”
“Only when I want something bad enough,” I heatedly replied.
She moved a little closer to me, those fucking eyes searing a hole in my brain. You couldn’t forget eyes like those.
“What do you want exactly?” she breathed out, the glitter on her face sparkling under the lights.
“I want to touch you,” I told her without thought, my fingers itching to do just that.
The heat between us simmered. She stared at me for a long moment, winding me up again with need, and then she downed her drink entirely. She slammed her glass down on the table and turned back to me. I stared at her slender neck, the soft curve of her breasts beneath her bitty top, the way she came closer to me with eyes that smouldered and spoke of experience.
Krisa wasn’t a shy bird. She wasn’t fragile or soft. She was hard. My kind of woman.
Her arms suddenly wrapped around my neck, her front pressed against mine. She breathed lightly against my face, inching her lips toward mine as we stared heatedly at one another.
“Okay,” she whispered, her mouth barely brushing against mine. “Lead the way, handsome.”