Can't Fix Cupid

“Oh, you know. Here and there,” she answers coyly.

I stop and turn to her, and my hand automatically goes up to hold her waist. It’s like I just can’t stop myself. “Well, are you going to tell me your secrets?”

“Sure,” she says with a grin as her hands come up to rest on my chest. I love that she’s always doing that. “Hmm, let’s see. I’m a secret otherworldly entity whose sole purpose is to bring love to people. How’s that for a secret?”

I reach down and lightly pinch her on the ass. Mostly just because I want to find an excuse to touch that delectable part of her flesh more than anything. “Still with all the cupid talk?”

She grins. “Always.”

Sassy thing.

I pull her closer against me. I’ve surprised myself with how much I want to touch her. Tease her. Taste her. I’m never usually like this, but with Trix, I’m drawn to her inexplicably, and I’m finding every opportunity to feel her.

I lean in and nip at her bottom lip before giving her a short kiss. No tongue, no time for her to even open up for me. I separate from her before she can attempt to deepen it, and the scowl I get in response to my retreat makes me grin. I want her like this. Trying to chase my lips. Wanting more. Wanting me.

“I meant about the poker,” I clarify, enjoying the flush of arousal on her cheeks.

“I just watched a lot of games. I’m very good at observing, Mr. Knight.”

The way she says it makes it sound like something erotic. “Oh? I’d love to observe you in all sorts of ways.”

She gulps, revealing her own desire, and I can’t help but feel a sense of male pride at so easily getting her worked up.

The intensity of our chemistry is unknown territory for me. Sure, there’s been attraction with other women, but not like this. I’ve always been more of a loner. I take a woman out once, comfortable with the fact that we probably won’t see each other again. No strings, no expectations, just sex.

But with Trix, it’s different. There’s this magnetism between us that’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. The more time I spend with her, the more time I want with her. And that’s dangerous.

“Are you ready to leave the casino, or are you also harboring a secret expertise for roulette?”

“I’d probably be awesome at that too, but I think I’m ready to get out of here,” she says. “What do you want to do next?”

“Hmm,” I hum in thought.

I pull out my phone, sending off a quick text to let my driver know we’re coming out. He’s been waiting for us in the parking lot for the past hour. I see about fifteen missed calls from work and another thirty emails on my phone after I finish sending off my message, but I ignore them in favor of my continued escape from reality.

I’ve never left early from work before, but I can’t say I regret it at all. I spent the entire day with Trix, doing random things that I would normally abhor. But with her, she makes everything fun, new, and exciting. I mean, I ate a hot dog today for chrissake. I hate those damn things, and yet, I’d choke down a hundred more if it meant I could be eating with her.

I steer Trix towards the exit, glad that she’s up for continuing our date, despite the fact that it’s getting late. Normally, this is the time when I’d be behaving like a total jackass to get the woman to leave. But with Trix, I find that I don’t want our evening to be cut short. I want much longer with her.

As we step out into the night air, I spot the car and lead her across the parking lot. “I have an idea of what we can do,” I tell her.

“Oh? What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

“Hmm. Very mysterious,” she teases.

A big group of bachelor party attendees pass by us, catcalling to Trix as soon as they spot her.

On instinct, I tug her closer to my side, my hand wrapping around to splay possessively over her stomach. With one glower from me, the guys instantly shut up and keep walking.

A bubble of laughter escapes Trix’s lips, and she jabs an elbow into my side. “Oh shit, you totally just marked your territory all over me.”

I cock a brow, acting like I have no idea what she’s talking about. “Excuse me?”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t even try to act nonchalant. That was equivalent to a dog lifting his leg to pee on me.”

I grimace slightly at that unhygienic comparison.