Chapter 6 Brewster
Ihad no idea what came over me as I stared into the most beautiful pair of brown eyes.
Jesus, they were fathomless. Fucking captivating like nothing else. I wanted to dive into those deep unreachable pools and drown in them.
She was beautiful even if I couldn’t see her whole face with the delicately made orange mask covering her eyes.
I didn’t know a thing about her, not even her name, but I knew how the sound of her laugh made my heart feel like it was ready to burst from my chest, and her smile made me a feral, aching to make her laugh all over again.
“Kiss me.” It wasn’t a question but a demand.
I never spoke to anyone that way. Bold and forward.
Domineering. The moment the words passed my lips, I was certain the mysterious curvy witch would slap me before hoping off the barstool and disappearing forever.
The thought of never seeing her again made my gut burn even when I knew I should know better.
She was way too young for a man my age.
I wasn’t positive, but I knew there had to be at least a decade between us.
Time slowed as I watched her blink, slowly processing what I’d said.
Just as I was about to take the words back, she leaned forward, taking me slightly by surprise.
The sweet witch’s soft, warm hand touched the edge of my chin, moving to rest at the side of my face.
Her eyes locked on mine, and my body turned hard. Rock hard.
My own arms wrapped around her middle, and the moment they did, it felt like I’d done it a million times in multiple past lives.
My hands appreciated her curves and softness.
My eyes skimmed her lips. Good god, my cock wept like he was sixteen with a girl for the first time at the sight of them.
Utter perfection. Puffy and plump and painted red in a way all I could think about was kissing it off to see their natural color.
I didn’t even know her name, but she made me feel like I had my whole life ahead of me. Like I had something bigger and better to look forward to than I had when I’d woken up that morning. My own breath hitched in the middle of my throat.
Time and space stood at a standstill.
It could have been seconds or minutes, I wasn’t sure how long it was until she pushed off the barstool and leaned forward to kiss me.
“Fuck.” The curse left my lips just as hers touched mine.
Slowly. Shyly. The goddamn innocence of it fueled my lust, and my blood hiked to a boil.
I managed to hold back and let her set the pace.
I could tell from the moment I spotted her from across the bar that she was shy.
I had been ready to approach her when she’d surprised me by beating me to it.
Her lips skated over mine. The soft berry taste of her went straight to my head. But it was that very first little soft sigh, the hint of a moan, that broke me. Shattering my control to smithereens.
My hand flattened against the small of her back and swiveled her body on that damn barstool.
Her legs spread, making room for my body to slide between hers, and I was more than happy to accept.
The space we were in was tight. The too-fucking-crowded brewery was not the place for all the things I wanted to do to her running through my head.
But for now, this was enough.
Sitting on the barstool, she was only a little shorter than me as I pressed my front against hers.
My other hand slid slowly up her back and right into the back of her wild waves, the tendrils soft between my fingers as I moved to cup the back of her skull without letting that cute little witch hat fall.
My little witch purred, pulling me deeper, making me hungrier. I kissed her until my lungs burned for oxygen and I had no choice but to pull away and rest my forehead against hers.
“Truth or dare,” my enchantress breathed.
“Dare,” I rasped.
“Do that again.” I growled. I sounded like a goddamn animal. Felt like one.
Shit, when have I ever wanted someone so damn badly?
The sight of me should have knocked some sense into her, but she took me by surprise when she simply giggled. Fucking giggled. The sound went right through me, feeding the primal thing that was starving for more of her wicked taste. My lips crashed back down on hers.
This time, there was nothing soft or slow or innocent about the kiss.
I was a demanding asshole. Rough, almost punishing.
My tongue dove deep into the cavern of her wet mouth the way my body ached to do.
I was so damn hard, it tittered on the edge of pain.
There was no way she could miss the way my length pressed against her thigh.
For a moment, I had a realization of where we were. Of what we were doing.
Shit. I was practically dry humping this beautiful stranger in the middle of a crowded bar.
I forced myself to pull away to end the kiss before things really got out of hand. I pressed my forehead against hers again, loving the way her eyes shined brightly as she stared up at me.
“Truth or dare?” My voice was hardly recognizable.
“Dare,” she answered as breathlessly as I felt.
I knew in my gut, heart, and soul this wasn’t something she did. Shit, there was a glimmer of innocence that still looked up at me beneath those dark lashes covered behind that orange lacy mask that hinted at inexperience.
And it fucking endeared me. She was adorable and sexy and mine.
Mine? Where the hell did that come from?
How the hell had one night irrevocably changed my life?
But tonight? Those kisses? These few minutes between us?
The woman in front of me, even though I couldn’t see her entire face and she couldn’t see mine, I knew had changed everything. I wasn’t going to fight it.
“My place or yours?” I asked. I was more than ready for her to look at me with disgust for being so forward. But my sweet enchantress didn’t. She fucking trembled in my arms with need instead of fear, fueling my own. Doubling it.
“Yours,” she answered confidently. Her eyes never wavered from mine.
My jaw clenched, and I swallowed. My Adam’s apple felt heavy, and I didn’t miss the way her eyes followed the way it bobbed. Her swollen lips parted, and the tip of her pretty, pink tongue swiped her bottom one like she was thinking about licking me.
She was fucking perfection.
I pulled away, hating the cool air that fell between us as I reached for my wallet. Handing my black card to Austin, I pulled out my business card and license all without looking away from my pretty, little witch.
“Give me your phone, my little spell master.” Her lips twitched, and she handed it over like a good girl.
“What are you doing?” she asked. I lost sight of her as I set my card and licenses onto the bar top and snapped a picture of them before handing her cell back to her, quickly shoving my documents back inside my wallet.
“Send that to your girls, baby. That way, they know you’re safe, who you’re with, and how to find you.”
“Oh.” She blinked before she nodded and shot the pic over to her friends.
I looked over her shoulder at the girls she had been with, who were suddenly looking at their phones and giggling.
“Oh my god,” my sweet witch sighed. “You’d think we were sixteen,” she mumbled, and something tightened in my gut.
“You make me feel like I am,” I rasped. “I’m forty,” I shared. I was making a mess of this, going at things ass backwards after meeting the girl I was certain I was going to marry.
“I’m twenty-eight.”
“Twelve years,” I muttered, and she smiled.
“You do math well for a vampire,” she teased, and I gruffly chuckled. I leaned in closer, hating the space between us even if it was mere inches.
“Is this going to be a problem? Our ages?”
“Not tonight,” she answered, and even though I knew in my balls I wanted more than a night, I didn’t try to correct her.
“Thank fuck,” I cursed and felt the soft sound of her laughter at the base of my spine. I knew I’d do whatever I could do to get that sound out of her again. “You still good with coming to my place?”
“Very.” She nodded, and I extended my hand to her.
The moment her palm touched mine, something rushed through me. Like some kind of love potion had been in the drinks tonight. Something that felt like magic. Like forever.