Page 31 of Naked Coffee Guy
I turn and run, pushing my way through the crowded bar as I hear him calling my name. But I won’t stop, because I never want to see Mac Dermot again. Fuck men, and all the ways they never measure up.
Chapter Twelve
Mac
“Maren, wait!”
I take off after her, realizing how this must look. I think I can catch her, but I underestimate how fast she can run. Those long legs take off down the street like she’s a goddamn deer, and I have to pound the pavement to finally reach her. I grab her arm and she yelps into the night, struggling to free herself from me. But my hold is tight. I swing her against the building and cage her in so she can’t escape, my face inches from hers. I note the tears in her eyes, which surprises me. It also kills me. I know Maren isn’t one for crying. I know she hates that I am seeing her this way, even though she has no idea what she just saw. I hate that, even though she’s wrong, I’m to blame for those tears.
“Get off me,” she growls, pushing at me. Maren is not weak, but her efforts are fruitless because I don’t budge. I know that if I do, she’ll take off again, and I’m tired of chasing her.
She eventually stills, probably realizing she doesn’t have a chance against me. I take the moment to run my thumb over her cheek, catching the tear that’s brimming her eyes. Maren turns her head, squeezing her eyes shut. But I notice the smallest shift in her breath, how she inhales, how her face softens and a small groan escapes her lips. I can’t help it. I press my body into hers, feeling her soft curves fall into every hard inch of my body.
“I can explain,” I murmur into her hair, brushing my nose against her ear.
She shakes her head, her eyes still squeezed shut. “You don’t have to explain anything, we’re free to see other people.”
I cup her face with firm fingers, turning her head, waiting until she finally opens her eyes and looks at me.
“No, we aren’t. I’ll consider this casual, if that’s what you want. But I am not and will not see anyone else as long as you’re sharing my bed, and I expect the same from you.” I study her, seeing how she will take this. When she tries to turn away again, I tighten my hold on her face. “Just the thought of some other man touching you is enough to drive me insane.”
“So you can imagine what I’m feeling right now,” she spits out. Her eyes shoot daggers at me, daring me to argue. “I’m not fucking stupid. You’ve obviously made your choice, so let me go so I can forget I ever knew you.”
She starts to fight me again, but I press firmly against her and crush my mouth on hers, stealing her breath. She resists for only a moment, but soon she’s clutching my shirt, kissing me back, and fuck me, I wish I could take her right here. She makes me ravenous, the way my mouth can’t get enough of her. The way my hips grind against hers, and how she meets me with each thrust. I want to wrap her long legs around me, feel her cunt throb on my dick, and taste every goddamn inch of her.
Even as mad as she is, she demands my attention through just a kiss, her mouth searching mine for so many things we’ve left unsaid. I shouldn’t feel this possessive. And yet, as her arms snake around my body, her face tilted to mine as I drink her in, it’s hard to believe we don’t already belong to each other.
Her phone vibrates against me from her purse, and this time I let her break away from me as we both pant to catch our breaths.
“It’s Claire,” she explains, not even looking at her phone. “She’s waiting for me, and probably thinks I’ve been mauled.”
“Tell her to leave without you,” I order.
“But she’s my ride.”
“You have a ride.” I fish her still ringing phone from the purse, hit the button, and hand it to her.
“H-hello?”
Her dark eyes stay on me, even as she talks to her friend. A flash from last night infiltrates my mind. The way she looked lying naked on my bed, completely at my mercy, when she finally let go and opened herself to me. The sweet taste of her when I dipped my head between her legs, a nectar I can almost taste now. I inhale sharply, taking her lilac scent with me.
“Go ahead without me,” she continues into the phone, her gaze remaining on me. I can see the hesitancy in her expression, but I also see the need. If she was going to leave me, she would have by now. “I ran into… uh, I ran into a friend and we have some catching up to do.” She pauses as her friend speaks. “Claire, I’m okay, I promise.”
“Let’s go,” I growl. My hand finds her hip and I pull her toward me, but this time she pushes me off her. She turns her back to me.
“Mustard,” she whispers, and I tilt my head. What? But I’m now close enough to hear the other side of this phone conversation.
“I’m coming to get you,” her friend says. I step closer to hear better.
“Claire, no. I’m not saying the code word because I’m not safe. I’m with a friend—”
“Put them on.”
“No, I’m not—”
“Put them on or I’m calling the cops.”
I snatch the phone from her hands, and Maren whips around, eyes flashing as I put the phone to my hear.