Another thought occurred to her. What if the reason there weren’t fireworks between her and Alex was because she wasn’t very good in bed? What if the reason he broke it off was because he realized that and wanted to be with someone else who could satisfy him?
~*~*~*~*~
~ Dane ~
Dane watched Genevieve’s mood switch from playful and teasing to indecisive as she slipped from his arms. It threw him off, making him wonder what he did to change her mood. He liked her, she was more than just beautiful; she had a spark about her that drew him in – or had until that moment.
“What’s the matter?”
Maybe I’m just coming on too strong. As much as he wanted to take her back to his room tonight, he could tell she wasn’t the type. She was too refined. He’d planned on treating it as a challenge, but now, now he just wanted to get to know her. Even if that meant jacking himself off tonight instead of what had originally come to his mind.
Her cheeks took on an alluring glow as she lowered her eyes to peer down at the sidewalk between their feet. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.” Hooking his finger under her chin, he lifted her heart-
shaped face up so her eyes met his again. “Come on, talk to me.”
She opened her mouth as if she were going to answer and then snapped it shut again, giving her head a shake. “It’s nothing.” She reached up and it looked like she was going to place a kiss on his lips, but seemed to think twice at the last second and her lips landed on his cheek. “I’m having a good time. Just something came to mind.”
Giving him a smile, she tugged his hand, urging him forward.
Don’t push her Dane. Don’t do it, a voice in the back of his mind warned. He ignored it. “Does this have something to do with your ex? You’re not over him or something?”
She laughed, but the laugh sounded hollow. “No. No, I’m over him. I’m not mourning the loss of the relationship if that’s what you’re getting at.”
“Then, tell me. What’s going on?” The night had been going so damned well.
She’d been laughing, despite being covered in juice, and having a great time. He could feel the energy between them, they were like two poles being drawn together. And he wouldn’t lie, he was desperate to have her naked and under him, moaning his name as she came for him.
She stopped walking and tugged at his hand so he’d also stop.
“Ginny?” He spun to face her, his brow furrowed. “I would like to know. Are you okay?” Their eyes locked and the anxiety slowly faded from her eyes to be replaced by a look of determination.
“Perfect.” She stepped up to him and into his arms. He hesitated a moment, taken aback by her sudden brazen move, but quickly gathered her into his arms.
She rubbed up against him, the movement enticing his shaft, causing it to swell.
“Good. I –” His words were cut off as her lips brushed across his. He could taste the cherry juice on her lips and had to agree, it tasted pretty good – sweet. She sighed against his lips as the kiss deepened.
His hand slid up her back to her cheek and then to her hair. The initial plan was to run his fingers through her hair, but the stickiness of the juice wasn’t allowing for it. Instead he ended up pulling, yanking on the strands as he attempted to dislodge his fingers. She yelped against his lips, but didn’t pull away.
Smooth Dane, smooth. He was beginning to feel like a bumbling teenager, for dozens of pedestrians walking past them to see. Getting the feeling they were being watched, Dane reluctantly ended the kiss and pulled away from her. Looking to his right he came eye to eye with a homeless man, who was eating a slice of pizza and eyeing them with an intense interest.
“Can ya spare a buck brotha’?”
Great, cockblocked by a homeless guy and fruit juice. Nice. He had an intense dislike for homeless people. It seemed a good chunk of his time when out on patrol on the streets of New York consisted of dealing with calls involving homeless people causing disturbances. That time could have been used to solve real crimes.
It made him extremely bitter.
Genevieve’s eyes lowered to her purse.
“Don’t condone it.” Not giving her a chance to give the man a penny he took her hand and pulled her along behind him. There was a slight hesitation, but she followed along. He imagined she was thinking he was some heartless asshole right now, but he didn’t care.
“But –”
“See those entertainers?” He motioned to a couple dressed as Mickey and Minnie Mouse posing with a little girl for a picture, with a tip jar sitting in front of them. “If you want to give someone money, give it to them.”
“But what about the other guy?”
“You mean the perv that I bet was hard watching us kiss?”
“He wasn’t the only one that was hard.” A saucy smirk touched her lips.
Dammit, he wanted to kiss those lips again.
“That was a cheeky comment.” Chuckling, he looked down at her and cocked a brow. She met his gaze, refusing to look away, despite her cheeks reddening. Was she trying to prove something to him – or to herself? Maybe both.
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, but the wicked gleam remained in her eyes. His gaze lowered to her lips and the urge to stop, pull her down an alley and kiss her again without prying eyes was almost too strong to deny. Had it not been for the fact their hotel was less than five minutes away he may have.
He quickened his pace. The hotel was becoming a beacon. He was still unsure of where things were going tonight, but he wanted to be away from the prying eyes of homeless people, other tourists and costumed Mickeys so he could find out. Not that he was shy about putting on a show, he’d put on a number of them over the years, but suspected she hadn’t.
The ache in his jeans insisted he take it all the way tonight, but his conscience told him not to push her. She claimed she was over her ex, but he couldn’t be so sure. To him rebound sex or taking advantage of someone who was emotionally vulnerable was about a step above forcing himself on her.
“Wanna slow down there Marathon Man?”
It was his turn to feel the heat creeping up his neck and to his face upon realizing that in his haste to get her to the hotel he was practically dragging her down the sidewalk. Beside him she was panting softly, increasing his guilt.
“These heels aren’t made for power walking.” She kicked her left foot up to give him a better view of the black shoe with a steel spiked heel.