Captain Swan - Falling for the Bad Boy

Chapter 2

The expression on his face when he looks up at her is priceless. His jaw is hanging open and there’s a bit of surprise on his face. It’s almost as if he hadn’t believed she was coming back. But how could she not?

“Hi, love.” He licks his lips as his eyes scroll up and down her body like they did the first time he saw her, sending a wave of heat through her. He smirks and leans close. “You came back.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” she says in mock offense, as if she didn’t almost flee when she saw him with the other blonde.

“What would you like this time?”

She can feel the other woman’s eyes on her, and when Emma looks over, the blonde is shooting her with deadly glares. Emma doesn’t give a fuck, though.

Pursing her lips, she strokes her chin as though she has to think about it. She doesn’t. She knows exactly what she wants. She eyes his lips. “How about something more dangerous this time?”

He arches a brow, intrigue buzzing in those beautiful baby blues. “What did you have in mind?”

She crooks her finger, coaxing him closer, and when he leans in over the bar top, she meets him halfway, whispering in his ear, “You.”

Hearing his breath hitch, she pulls back a little, but only enough to catch his expression. He’s staring at her lips, which are only a few centimeters from his, voice low and deep when he speaks. “Meet me by the restrooms.” It’s not really a request, more of a command, and it sends a thrill racing through her.

She doesn’t say anything, just backs away from the counter with a sultry smirk, his eyes still on her as she turns around and heads for the corridor to the restrooms, anticipation coiled in her belly.

She wonders what he’ll tell the other woman, though. Would he apologize to her? Would he regret asking Emma to come back?

She shakes away the negative thoughts, and before another one can invade her mind, she hears the door to the left swing open and is relieved to see Killian striding toward her. He grabs her hand, pulls her into the kitchen and through the backdoor. As soon as it’s closed, he presses her against the brick wall, the brisk air heating her skin, despite the coolness, as his intense blue eyes penetrate her green ones. He cups her cheeks in his hands, and she takes a fistful of his shirt in her hand, pulling him closer until their lips fuse together like magnets.

Finally.

They both groan in relief, as though they’ve both been waiting a lifetime for this moment. But they’ve only just met.

His mouth is so delicious, his arms are so warm and his scent is so intoxicating, she’s immediately addicted and doesn’t want this to end.

She releases his shirt and winds her arms around the back of his neck as he picks her up, pressing her against the cold brick wall. But the heat swarming through her keeps her warm. His body keeps her warm as it molds to hers. And when the seam of his jeans connects with hers, she wraps her legs around him and moans in his mouth at the connection. She can feel how hard he is for her and wants to feel more of him. All of him.