Without Me by Chelle Bliss Read Free Book Online

out. Based on what her friends had said, she needed me as badly as I needed her.
    “Let me take you home,” I murmured as I lingered over her lips.
    Her harsh breathing skidded across my face as she contemplated my words. She blinked twice before she replied. “Okay,” she whispered as her body swayed in my arms.
    I wouldn’t give her the chance to change her mind. I released her from my hold, touching her on the small of her back, and headed toward Nita and Malia. As we approached, I could see the giant grins on their faces. They beamed with excitement as I winked at them.
    “Ladies,” I said as we reached them, my arm still behind Max. “I’m going to walk Max home.”
    “Yes!” Malia squealed, bouncing a little bit on her stool. “You do that. She needs to be ‘taken’ home.” She made air quotes.
    “Have fun,” Nita said, elbowing Malia in the ribs.
    The entire time, Max stood silent, giving her friends a sloppy grin.
    “I think she’s drunk,” I said, wondering if I was an asshole. Tomorrow, would she think I had taken advantage of her in her inebriated state? I didn’t want to be that guy. I’d never had to be, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to start now.
    “Anthony,” Malia said, beckoning me with her index finger.
    I moved in close, placing my ear next to her mouth.
    “She’s not as drunk as you’d think. Max can out-drink most people on this planet. Let her think you think she’s drunk. If she’s willing to let you take her home, don’t let her change her mind. She needs what you’re offering.”
    I laughed, backing away as I caught Nita and Max whispering back and forth as they glanced at me.
    “Got it,” I said, nodding at Malia. “Ready?” I asked as I turned toward Max, grabbing her waist. I wasn’t going to let her escape.
    “Yeah,” she answered with glassy eyes and a smirk on her face.
    I let Max lead the way, following her movements as we strolled down Seventh Avenue. We walked in silence, nodding at the passersby, focused on our final destination.
    When we arrived, I stayed behind her as she unlocked the door. The neighborhood was quiet and only blocks from the center of Ybor. She hadn’t lied: the night I met her at the Ritz she said it was the closest bar to her house. I didn’t know if it was fate or God’s way of fucking with me. He liked to do that from time to time. The fact that she hadn’t gone next door to the King Corona that night could’ve been a cruel joke if I hadn’t found her again.
    As she entered the house, she held the door open for me to join her. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked as she turned the light on and sagged into the front door.
    I shook my head. The only thing I wanted in my mouth was her. Every inch of her body needed to be sampled, dirtied, and devoured. I couldn’t wait another minute to touch her. Fuck, if I waited too long, she could change her mind.
    I charged, pushing her body into the door. As I molded to her, I rubbed my denim-covered dick into her abdomen. Smothering her lips, I couldn’t resist her any longer. The walk had been torture, but standing in her home made me impatient. I had always been the type to take what I wanted without waiting. Some would think it was a weakness, but it had always worked in my favor.
    Her hands drifted underneath my T-shirt. As they glided up my sides, leaving a burning sensation in their wake, I hissed, feeling the sizzle as our flesh connected. She panted as she dug her fingernails into my skin. Her touch branded me. Even when her fingers had moved, the feel of her still lingered, creating a smoldering trail.
    I placed my hand on her ribs, feeling the heat emanating from her body, matching my own. The thin fabric of her top did nothing to mask the need that seeped from her body.
    “Do you like this shirt?” I asked. I didn’t want to take the time to slowly undress her. If I gave her a chance to think too much, she might change her mind.
    “Eh,” she mumbled into