Love and Lies

Chapter 16

"Let's go inside I booked a table for us," said Richard.

We all followed Richard inside the restaurant. The restaurant seemed pretty expensive. Our table was at the corner. With Richard, Alison and Jone sitting in front of Alex, Kevin and me. I being in the middle of both the man.

"Lets order some beer, I hope everyone's drinking today," Jone said excitedly.

"No sir and I are not drinking since we have to drive," said Richard.

"Alright the rest I guess can drink right?" Kevin asked.

Everyone else nodded and he ordered some beer for us and some coke for Richard and Alex until our meal was served. In a few minutes our drinks arrived and everyone started drinking and the conversation started.

"Sir, this it the first time in a few years that you have joined us in a team dinner, it feels good," Alison said with a smile.

"Yes, we should do this more often," Alex said in his deep voice.

"Once again cheers to Kevin and Samantha," Richard said while bringing his glass forward for cheers. We all did the cheers and I drank the chilled beer. It felt good.

"So, Samantha tell us about yourself," said Jone.

"about me....there is nothing much to know about me actually," I said hesitantly.

"Do you live with your husband?" Alison asked, tilting her head at me.

"Yes, I do," I replied, feeling Alex's cold stare slice through my smile. He gulped down his drink, the tension thick enough to choke on.

"His name's Kevin too!" Kevin declared, flashing his signature goofy grin that usually melted hearts, but tonight seemed to fall flat.

"Oh, that's a crazy coincidence!" Alison said. The food arrived, a welcome distraction. Conversation swirled around the table, but mine felt like cotton candy – sweet and empty. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the man across from me – the devil, as a naughty part of my mind kept whispering. His gaze, dark and intense, seemed to burn right through me, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

The drinks flowed freely. Maybe a little too freely. By the fourth glass, the world began to lose its sharp edges, but the devil remained in focus. Richard and Jone, bless their helpful souls, ushered a very tipsy Kevin and Alison out of the restaurant. Suddenly, I was alone with him.

He turned to me, his eyes a storm brewing beneath the surface and he looked so fucking handsome today. My breath hitched. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a husky rasp that sent shivers cascading down my body. Did I say that out loud? Heat flooded my cheeks as I fumbled for my glass, accidentally knocking it over.

"Whoa there, tigress," his voice a low rumble that sent a delicious tremor through me. He reached for the beer, his hand brushing mine. A spark ignited, sending a jolt of electricity up my arm. Before I could protest, he tipped the bottle up, a devilish grin playing on his lips.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, a playful pout forming on my lips despite myself.

Silence roared in my ears, a counterpoint to the frantic drumming of my heart. His hand, rough with a hint of urgency, grasped my waist, pulling me impossibly close. His gaze, a storm brewing beneath the surface, held mine captive. The air crackled with a raw energy that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.

He didn't ask, not this time. He leaned in, and it wasn't a question, but a delicious demand. My breath caught – a strangled gasp that escaped my lips before I could contain it. This wasn't the slow, sweet exploration of before. This was a firestorm, a hungry kiss that stole the air from my lungs and sent a jolt of electricity straight through me.

His lips were demanding, possessive, a stark contrast to the tenderness of just moments ago. He ravaged my mouth, his tongue a delicious trespass that ignited a fire within me. My fingers tangled in his hair, anchoring myself to him as he explored every corner of my mouth. A moan escaped my lips, a mixture of surprise and surrender as I clung to him, a willing participant in this storm of passion.

The world dissolved into the press of his body, the intoxicating taste of him. Time ceased to exist, replaced by the frantic rhythm of our hearts and the desperate dance of our lips. It was a kiss that spoke of a yearning that transcended words, a primal hunger that demanded fulfillment.

Finally, gasping for air, we tore our mouths away. My lips were bruised, swollen, and tingling with a delicious aftertaste. His eyes, dark and smoky, held a flicker of surprise before a slow, predatory smile spread across his face.

"Speechless, I see," he murmured, his voice a husky rasp against my ear.

But I was far from speechless. In that moment, words seemed a pale imitation of the emotions swirling within me. He pulled me again, and this time, I followed without hesitation. The urgency that simmered within him mirrored my own.