"Why don't you stay still and wait for me to make my move?"
Red--oh, dear god--was eye-fucking him, dressed in that dark blue fabric that only covered everything that should be covered.
Marco, Blake, and the rest were nearby, cheering at Cat who was dancing and grinding her pert ass on his front in her fuck-me stilettos and a swimsuit that barely contained her breasts.
"Wow, that's the hottest pick-up line I've ever heard from a girl," Alexander replied.
A few young males turned to their direction, apparently hearing our conversation. He gave them a hard glare and they paled, their gazes jerking away when they met his stares.
Alexander realized that those males near their vicinity had that specific look in their eyes that said they would do everything to possess this girl who danced with such wild grace.
His thighs wanted to push against the inside of hers as the thick weight of his arousal pressed through his jeans. Alexander's arms tensed when she brushed her fingers on either side of him.
Alexander turned her to face him, shoved her closer to his chest and they stared into each other's eyes. He licked his lips and watched her with a predator's focus, thinking about biting her everywhere she told her to.
She was breathing hard as her red hair falls sexily around her face.
"Kiss me." Alexander was so turned on, he tried to reach her lips but she pushed him a little, distancing herself. Leaning slowly without a word, she tiptoed and ran her lips shyly across his.
Red was a tease and he wanted to devour her and consume her until they explode and burn out like supernovas.
"More," Alexander whispered.
"Nu-huh." Cat shook her head even as her pupils dilated. "I think that's enough for tonight. I'm going home." Trembling, she lets go and Alexander clutched her arm so that she couldn't get away from him. Not when she was teasing him like this.
Alexander punished her with a suckling kiss, his teeth closing over her lower lip. It was a languid release that made things low in him stretch tight.
"I hope you like me biting you." Alexander almost didn't recognize that rough, deep voice in him. "I can't help myself from infinitely doing wicked things to you."
"I—I don't think---"
Alexander sensed her wanting to get away again but he settled himself heavily on her.
"Alex. I can't. I'm sorry but I don't want to be your... girlfriend was an understatement as Blake mildly put it. I don't want to be your fling. Or your fuck-buddy." Red babbled nervously and swallowed hard. "So, no thinking of wicked things, okay?"
"Why?" Alexander asked, frustrated, and confused. "Is there something wrong with kissing? You can't handle a kiss? Come on, it's not like you're a virgin, Red."
Full of sudden resolve, Red looked up at him. Her body was starting to shake, fury slowly mounting. What had he done now? They were just kissing and it wasn't like they were having sex in public. Did he ask her to have sex in public?
"I thought we had come to an understanding about your boundary issues. No sex, no hotels, no bedrooms." Not. "So I chose the next best thing. Kissing you."
"I didn't agree with kissing."
"You kissed me back because you liked it."
"I didn't." She shrieked as she stepped away. "You're hallucinating."
"Then go and call the police. File a sexual harassment case. Don't deny that you like my kisses because it's too obvious how much you like it."
"You are such a cocky bastard."
"And you are a liar who claims to hate me when in fact you like it very much." Then, Alexander added. "And you're also a prude. A virgin."
"Here we go again." She sighed. "You're running me over."
"Because you're denying that sexual chemistry between us." Alexander's thick eyebrows crinkled together in confusion. "What are you so afraid of? It's not like I'm asking you to love me and get married. This is purely physical. Getting this uncontrollable lust out from our system."