Wild One (A Jason McCann Love Story)

Chapter Six: Work My Magic

"Amia?" I smiled, running my finger along her cheek bone. She quickly turned away from me.

"Ya..." She blushed a bit at the fact that I was trying to touch her. Get close to her. Amia looked into my eyes. Like she wasn't afraid. And I'm pretty sure that she didn't see me come out of the jail that day.

Dang. Well wasn't that girl in for a big surprise?

Not did she just have a bad ass on her hands. But a criminal. A murderer. Not to mention... a monster.

I kept my smile on my lips. I was trying to make her feel comfortable enough. Maybe ... just maybe.

Maybe I could convince her.

I never dated. All that happened between me and girls was... well, you can guess.

As my smile faded into a deep smirk, I could see in Amia's eyes that she wanted to smile back. Which to me, that was a sign. A sign that in big capitol letters read "I want you."

But any girl knew what the game I played as soon as they laid they're pretty little eyes on me.

Amia turned away. She was fighting the smile that was fighting against her perfectly plumpped and pale pink lips.

I wanted those lips. I wanted to know what they tasted like. And the wolf inside wanted to come out and play. A little taste. And that's all it would take.

Amia was still standing. Her back was turned away. My chance. I closed in on her, tucking us both into an alley. Dark as my eyes. Her eyes looked cold. Scared. She was nervous.

Because of me. And I could read her like an open book. It was time.

"I could take you out." I insisted. Smiling. I was watching her. My eyes were on her like a hawk. I was staring at her. Her eyes. Her body. Her ass. I wanted it all. And I didn't know how to put it all to words.

I wanted to tell her. I wanted to scream it in her face until it was edged into her skin. And I never felt like this. Never felt these feelings. They crawled under my skin. I breathed them in and out. I heard them whispering in my ears.

Amia snickered to herself. Of course. At me. She was laughing her pretty head off.

"W-what? Jason, who do you think y-" I pressed my filthy finger to her lips. Even the way she said my name. It was making me want her even more.

I could have just leaned in and kissed her. Easy. But something held me back. Maybe it was that I didn't have her permission. Oh well. I would do it anyway. I licked my lips.

"I could take you home." I whispered into her ear. She shuddered under me. I couldn't help but want to know what she was thinking at that moment. What was going through her mind. I resisted the strong urge to nibble the edge of her ear.

I would even go slow enough for her. I never did. I didn't do slow. Slow. That word wasn't in my vocabulary. In fact, vocabulary wasn't in my vocabulary.

"Baby, we could take it slow." My tongue was nearly dancing behind my lips for her. I could feel it. Amia was trying her hardest to say something.

"Jason ... " I looked into her eyes. And that suddenly stopped the flow of her words. She was falling right for me. Hard.

But as far as I knew, I was already falling for her. Hell, I already did.

"Babe ... Where do you wanna go?" I gripped her shoulders, breathing a hot puff of breath into her ears. Amia shivered. She didn't notice that she was close.

So close.

Very close.

She was so close to my lips. And I wanted it. I could feel my tongue forming words. Forget words. Only one word.

'Closer.'

Amia's cheeks were on fire now. All because of me. How cute. She was totally out of words. Nothing she could say. But maybe she could nod.

I smirked again and ran a couple of fingers through her dark hair. Almost like it relfected off of the night sky above us.

So dark.

Yet so inviting.

"Go out with me." I laid one of my hands next to her head on the wall. Keeping myself balenced. I stroked her lower lip with the other hand. She didn't speak a word. Almost as if I put a spell on her.

That's what happeneds when you just happen to be a wolf.

Amia smiled. But was trying to resist. She suddenly nodded as I leaned in to kiss her cheek tenderly. I pulled away after. And I was smiling like Hell.

"Good, baby. See you tomorrow." I pulled away silently. I turned with a grin, letting Amia take a look at my back. Even though I wanted to look into her eyes. Make her stare into mine.

"P-pick me up." Amia insisted. And I could tell that she was blushing harder. I turned my head.

"I got you, baby." I smirked, leaving Amia on the wall.

I could feel her watching me.

I could hear her heart beating.

I could smell the cherry of her perfume.

And soon...

It would all be mine.