Captured

Chapter 2| Gorillas and Cashews

I froze.

Now, I know what your probably thinking. Something along the lines of damn girl, grow a pair and attack this perv! But I physically could not move.

Other than, a couple of large hands still on my almost bare ass, holding me in place. My eyes were locked with a pair of gorgeous hazel, brown eyes staring back at me with an intensity that rendered me immobile.

I mean, the guy's eyes were breathtakingly beautiful.

I forced myself to break eye contact and let my gaze roam over the rest of his face and body. He was tall, around the same height as Dean and Drake, yet more lean and muscular. My eyes travelled down to his feet which were covered in mahogany timberland boots, working their way up, my eyes followed the length of his long Jean clad legs, before moving up towards his torso. My eyes lingered there for a little longer.

Hey, I knew I was checking him out, but i didn't really give a shit at the moment. I was gonna enjoy his beauty a couple more minutes before I kicked his ass.

I could see the hard definition of his abs and biceps underneath his white button up shirt, that had been rolled up at the sleeves. I had to clench my fists, at my side, to refrain from reaching out and touching them. Continuing my assessment of Mr Sexy over here, I let my gaze travel up to his chiseled jaw that was covered with a thin layer of dark brown stubble.

His full pink lips were pulled into a a sexy smirk, causing dimples to appear on each side of his face. Oh, come on! Could he get any sexier?

Seriously though, am I dreaming?

Apparently, I had said that out loud, because the next thing I knew, I felt a light pinch on my left butt cheek. I yelped at the sudden pain, and jumped about a foot off the ground. I grabbed on Mr Sexy's arms to stop my self from falling, however he took this as permission to pull me closer eradicating any space left between us. You know those hard abs I was talking about before? Well now I know what they feel like. And boy did I want to see them without a shirt blocking my view.

He leaned in closer so his nose was pressed up against mine. From the close proximity of our bodies I could now smell the alcohol on his breath mixed in with the sent of mint and spice.

He whispered huskily against my lips, "Sorry sweetheart, this isn't a dream but if you want, I can turn all your dirty dreams into reality".

I wrapped my hands around his neck, letting my fingers caress the short hair on the back of his head. I leaned around so my lips were at his ear and felt a grin pull at my lips  before whispering "you wish".

I felt him still against me. Seeing the shocked expression on his face, I untangled my hands from his hair and neck, slid them down to his chest and pushed myself away from him.

Now, I'll be the first to admit I was attracted to him and would have kissed him if he didn't ruin it with that fuckboy line.

Damn! He couldn't keep his mouth shut or at least say something that wasn't so cringeworthy? Mr sexy looked like a combination of Ryan Guzman and Sam Claflin. I don't know if there was anyone in this world who wouldn't want to kiss a guy who looked like he just stepped out of a GQ magazine. Well that is until he opens his mouth and says some vulgar pick up line.

What are you saying Andy?! This guy snuck into your room, and watched you change out of your clothes before grabbing your ass and suggesting that you sleep with him and all you can think about is kissing him?