Five
“What’s the matter, sweet meat?”
The man before me had removed his knee from between my legs, but he still had his body pressed up against mine. He held my chin in his thumb and forefinger, bringing my face and attention around to him.
“My name’s Ellie.”
“You still owe me another kiss, Ellie. Or did you change your mind?”
I hadn’t changed my mind. I wanted that second kiss. Just not so public. “Could we… go somewhere?”
“I don’t know you, Ellie. You could take advantage of me in some dark corner if I went off with you.”
It was so ludicrous I laughed in his face. I was 120 pounds in heavy boots and a parka. He had to be at least 220 of muscle and bulk.
He ran his fingers over my brow. His eyes looked at me in wonder. “Man, you’re so f*****g sweet. Let me have another taste of yo
