Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I hesitated. Would it be easier to just sign it for him or was it worth fighting him to tell him no? Would he cause a scene if I did? I glanced down, a gun was clearly visible where his suit jacket had slid to the side. How much trouble was I in? He wouldn’t shoot me right here in the bar, would he?
“If I sign it, will you leave me alone?”
“For now.”
“What does that mean?”
He didn’t answer. He just held out the jersey and let go of me so he could pull a marker from his jacket pocket.
I took it and turned to put the jersey against the wall. I worked slowly, making sure my signature was legible, then realized there was no reason for me to care. I didn’t want to be doing this. The guy really was fucking stalking me.
I felt his eyes on me as I finished the signature, the marker scraping across the rough fabric.
I turned to look as if he could control my every movement, the careful signature, my need to look at him, all of it. Our eyes met, and my breath caught. He was way too fucking hot. His eyes were ridiculously dark and his lashes obscenely long.
My cock was responding to the heat of his stare and the way he assessed me. My tongue skated out and wet my lips as we held each other’s gaze.
He smiled. “We’ll be good together.”
“No.” The word was barely audible, my voice too scratchy and rough.
“Yes.” He didn’t look away. I told myself to, but I couldn’t. I held out the jersey and the marker. He took them and brought the jersey to his face, pressing his nose to where I’d held it and breathing deeply.
I swallowed hard, and my cock went from interested to fully ready.
“Delicious,” he said as he tucked the marker back into his pocket.
“I…You….”
“Yes. You want me too. I know you do.”
I shook my head and forced myself to take a step back, but he moved forward, coming closer and closer until we were only inches apart.
My gaze dropped to his lips. They were full and bitable, and a desperate need to taste him almost had me closing the last of the distance between us.
He smiled. Did he know he was right, that I did want him? Want didn’t matter, though. I was done following my wants. I needed to learn how to focus on needs only. I had to get myself together.
I didn’t move. I just stood there, frozen, watching him.
He lifted his hand and reached for me. I started to step back, but he clasped my upper arm with his other hand as he rubbed his thumb over my lips. I sucked in a breath. Fuck. He might as well have touched my dick. How could something so simple feel so good?
He brought his thumb to his own mouth and licked it, closing his eyes like he was savoring the echo of my taste.
“That’s enough for tonight.”
“I don’t even know your name.” The words were out before I remembered I shouldn’t care what his name was.
“My name is Vito.”
I nodded. When he let go of me, I ran a hand over my face and pushed back my hair. This was wrong. I needed to take a firm stand. I needed to let him know this wasn’t going to happen again.
“You’ve got my signature, and I can’t stop you from watching me play, but quit following me. And don’t text me again.”
You didn’t have to respond.
That was true. Why did I feel compelled to text him, look at him, touch him?
“I’m not going away, and you don’t really want me to.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
He raised his brows. “I know more than you think.”
“Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Go back to your friends.”
Walk away. I really needed to ignore him from now on. Getting close to him was way too dangerous.
I gave him one more glance, which hopefully didn’t show the longing I felt, then walked back to my friends.
7
VITO
Ismiled at Zeke’s retreat. Go ahead and run. I’ll catch you eventually. By then you’ll be so hungry for me you won’t even try to escape.
I exited the bar, knowing that if I kept flirting with Zeke from across the room, I was going to go over to him and insist that he come home with me. That would cause a scene. Neither of us needed to attract that much attention.
I wasn’t ready to move to the next stage anyway. I was watching him openly now, letting him know how I felt, but we weren’t going to go beyond that. Not yet. Still, I couldn’t force myself to leave.
I settled into the comfort of my nondescript black SUV and watched the entrance of the bar. I knew I might be in for a long wait, but I didn’t care. I didn’t have anything urgent to do.