Seduce by Missy Johnson Page B

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    “I thought you might’ve dropped past work to see me,” she commented, nodding as I held up a mug. “A coffee would be great, thanks.”
    “Well you wouldn’t tell me your name, so I didn’t want to be where I wasn’t welcome,” I shrugged, making out like it was no big deal. It was a huge deal though. The fact that she had been thinking about me sent shivers down my spine. Fucking shivers! The only thing that had given me shivers in the past was the dead spider Alex put in my bed when I was ten.
    She laughed, throwing her head back. “We had some pretty mind-blowing sex and you thought you weren’t welcome? Belle,” she added. “My name is Belle.”
    Belle. It was such a sexy name, which suited her perfectly. Hearing her describe our encounter as ‘mind-blowing’ made me feel pretty damn good. She looked up at me, her chin resting on her open palm, and her elbow propped up on the counter.
    “Do I get to know your name?”
    “Jack,” I grinned, pushing her coffee over to her.
    “Nice to meet you, Jack.” She took the mug in her hands and brought it to her mouth. I watched her as she brought her full lips together and gently blew on the hot liquid before taking a sip.
    God I wished I was that coffee.
    “So, why aren’t you out? I didn’t figure you for the type to be home by yourself on a Saturday night,” she commented.
    “Well, technically it’s still afternoon, and I’m not alone anymore, am I?” I walked around the island counter toward her as she spun the stool around. Sitting on the neighboring stool, I propped my feet up on the foot bar, making her knees almost flush up against my crotch. Her eyes widened, as though she hadn’t expected me to get so close so soon.
    “So, tell me about Belle,” I said, wanting to know everything about this beauty.
    “What’s there to tell? I grew up in Manchester, and moved to London last year. I have a sister, I’m studying…There’s not much else,” she shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee, her eyes burning into mine.
    “What are you studying?” I asked.
    “English Literature,” she replied, her eyes dropping slightly, her long lashes averting my attention. She wore very little makeup, yet her natural beauty was so stunning she didn’t need much. A touch of mascara, and that blood-red lipstick. He cheeks naturally flushed when she was cold or embarrassed. And from memory, when she orgasmed.
    “What year are you in?” I asked, trying to gauge her age. At times she seemed so innocent, but then she’d say something and her maturity would really shine through.
    “I have one more year before I graduate,” she replied, running her hand through her long, silky hair. I was no expert on styling products, but it looked like she’d straightened it. The wildness wasn’t there tonight; instead, it looked sleek and smooth.
    My quick calculations told me that made her twenty-one. My list of past relationships was far from long, but I’d never dated anyone who was so much younger than I was. Four years wasn’t earth-shattering, but it could possibly cause complications. I knew I wasn’t the most mature guy on the block, but I guessed I had much more life experience than she did.
    I snorted loudly, causing Belle to eye me strangely. What the fuck was wrong with me? Since when did I think past the next week? Next I’d be planning our wedding.
    “Something funny?” she asked dryly.
    “No,” I finally replied, gripping the underside of her seat and dragging her toward me. I felt the cool air rush past the tiny space that separated her lips from mine. I was so close to her, all I could smell was her body lotion and the fruity scent from her lip gloss.
    My mouth locked on hers, my hand creeping under her hair and around her neck. Her skin was so soft, like silk against my hands.
    In one swift motion I lifted her up off the seat and onto my hips. My mouth searched hers with an urgency I’d never felt before, while my hands gripped her