Fragile Truths by D. H. Sidebottom, R. M. James Page B

deep eyes were pure wickedness and his rich brown hair begged for my fingers to trail through it but his soft full lips were sin, and nothing but sin. His tight hard body was utter perfection, his dense broad chest tight against his soft t-shirt narrowed down to compact hips that screamed of power. His long lean legs were encased in soft denim and I knew that his backside would be just as glorious as the rest of him.
     
    I moved the mic to my side, holding it still as he continued to hold me hostage under his gaze. His chest was heaving severely, his jaw rigid and hard and his fists tightly clenched and white. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him, that’s why I couldn’t figure out why he was battling with his desire. I could read it physically in him.
    His eyes roamed my body once more, fuelling the fire already in me. The heat that scorched my skin from his blatant perusal invigorated goose bumps and I flinched at the shudder that tore through my system.
    He swallowed heavily, his adam’s apple prominent and sharp causing the edge of my lips to tilt into a soft smirk. He quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly before a similar smirk on his face turned into a lazy smile. He blew out a tiny breath and placed his bottle down on the bar beside him, then turned back to me and lifted both eyebrows questioningly.
    What the hell was wrong with this guy? He obviously knew I wanted him. I had virtually fucked him senseless with my eyes for the last three or four minutes of my performance.
    I gave him a small nod as Maggie nudged me with her elbow. “What?” I asked as I turned to her when I realised she was talking to me.
    “I said; why not just fuck the hottie?” She flicked her eyes towards the ‘hottie’ and I smiled coyly at her.
    I blinked slowly, the alcohol in my system slowing all my bodily functions, “Oh Mags, I don’t do this but tonight... I just don’t care. I need this.”
    I needed to remove Gray’s ridicule about our sex lives from my system and give myself a much needed boost. Tonight, I needed to fuck, not make love or have sex, just fuck.
    She grinned at me, her eyes twinkling delightedly, “Good girl. Fuck that knob out of your system.”
    I swallowed and winced as Grayson floated across my mind. I felt the guilt pull at me again. No, don’t do this, Fran. Sod him.
     
    I gulped slightly but hid it as Hottie strolled towards me and Hell, if the man wasn’t sexy enough; his walk was full of confidence, arrogance even. He oozed brutality, his eyes fixed firmly on me as he stalked towards me and my legs wobbled slightly when he reached the bottom of the karaoke podium.
    He stared at me and I stared back, yet just when I thought he would change his mind again he held out a hand towards me. Both of us dropped our gaze to study his long out-stretched fingers, his large hand was almost magnetic as I felt my own hand moving towards him. When I placed it in his, I shuddered with vigour as a slight tingle spread from his fingers and flowed up my arm. His eyes snapped back up to mine and his brow wrinkled slightly as a faint but noticeable tremor ripped through his body. Had he felt it too or was it just his reaction to my own reaction?
     
    I stepped off the stage and caught my breath when he jerked my hand and pulled me flush against him. His face was stern and dark but his eyes held something softer and I frowned when he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear then dropped his gaze to my mouth. His tongue trailed across his bottom lip before he gulped and lifted his eyes back up to mine.
    He narrowed his eyes slightly as he tried to reach deep within my soul with his scrutiny, his hazy glare both questioning himself and me, whilst the confusion that I could read in him seemed to physically hurt something deep within him. Why?
     
    As he opened his mouth to say something I shook my head sternly and pressed a finger to his lips. I needed this to be completely detached, not even