Slam: A Bad Boy Romance by Leah Holt Read Free Book Online

liked canned tuna. I fucking hated it. I wanted to walk back, but she insisted we needed to get back to the bar quick.
    There were two options, walk or take the train. With the amount of traffic, a taxi would be pointless, and according to Cadence, time was limited.
    The only bonus to this ride was standing hip to hip with her. I had been inches away from fucking her in that bathroom. Had it not been for the hesitance she had, I would have ripped her damn pants off.
    My cock was aching to slide into her silky, wet pussy. Her hard nipples had pressed against my chest, poking out from her shirt, calling me to bite them.
    Since we left the diner, she wouldn't look me straight in the eyes, instead they darted around my body. She would stare at my arms, my chest, even my tongue as I spoke.
    She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. It rolled off her body like a waterfall, flowing from every piece of her flesh. Each prickle that burst off her skin with the slightest touch of my hand caused my cock to thicken.
    Purposely, I would trail my fingers over her neck, run them gently down her hand. With each touch she would tremble, I could see her body shudder. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't stop herself from reacting to me.
    And I fucking loved it.
    The reaction was thrilling. I wanted to watch her squirm beside me, forcing herself to hold back. Her tongue would run over her lips, head would tilt with each subtle stroke.
    But secretly, I wanted to make sure every asshole on this train knew she was mine.
    Once we hit the sidewalk, she walked three feet in front of me, her pace quickening with each stride. Occasionally, she would glance over her shoulder to see if I was still there.
    Cadence paused at the entrance to Whiskey Sour. Her fingers gripped the handle, head leaning towards the ground. “Okay, before we go in, I do want to say thank you, and I mean that.” A thin smile pulled gently across her cheeks as her eyes mollified her feelings.
    I wanted to kiss her again, run my tongue over the velvet touch of her lips. Deep down, my stomach twisted from a tactile sensation that I hadn't experienced before.
    Reaching my arm out, I squeezed her shoulder. The lean muscles tensed, and her back straightened. Cadence drew in a long sullen breath as she tugged the door open.
    Standing behind her, a whirl of her essence slapped against my face. The scent was erotic, yanking on my nose to lean in closer. D amn! Even her smell is a fucking turn on. The hair on my neck raised up, cock stiffening. I wanted to grab her ass, tear into her with my massive throbbing hard-on.
    Her pussy had been warm to the touch at the diner, she wanted me, I knew that for sure. The heated cunt, slippery between her thighs, had called for me.
    And I was ready, I had been ready, to fuck her like she's never felt before.
    But, the moment she stepped inside that building, her whole demeanor changed. A wave of seriousness flooded her expression; her jaw was held in tight, eyes contracted, squeezing their natural impulse to move.
    This was her domain, her place of existence.
    Being here with the sun shining high above the sky was strange. I'd never been in a bar before happy hour, and never left seeing completely straight.
    A milky colored hue floated over the room, streams of light poured in from the ceiling above through glass tinted a dull shade of yellow.
    I hadn't noticed the skylights the night before; then again, how often do you look up when you're out getting shitfaced?
    Our feet echoed across the empty space, hers were much lighter, mimicking the soft tap of ballet slippers. A translucent mirage of her dancing around serving drinks coated my brain, my head felt suffocated, drained from the oxygen being squeezed out.
    My fingers wanted to walk across her hips, yank her back, and press my cock in between her thighs. All to give her a taste of what I had to offer. It took everything I had to keep them by my side. Eagerly, they flurried over my jeans,