Page 72 of Animal's Reformation
He pressed her closer and dipped his head down. “Awesome.” He kissed her quickly then reached for his beer.
Her lips tingled from his touch, and she murmured her thanks when he handed her drink to her.
“Can you get us a table?” he asked Titus.
“Hang on.” The bartender rushed away.
“Is it always this packed?” she asked before taking a sip of her drink.
“Yeah, especially on the weekend. Titus owns the place. We go back to high school.”
“That’s cool. How long has he owned it?”
“About five years or so. He and his brother started it, but he bought his brother out three years ago, and now he’s flying solo.” Animal nudged Olivia with his elbow. “Titus got us a spot—let’s go.”
Olivia sipped her drink while he guided her to a table near the stage. She plopped down on the chair then shrugged off her coat. The band was on stage setting up their equipment while hard rock tunes played from overhead speakers.
“I’m having a good time,” he said.
“Me too,” she said, looking up at him.
Her breath caught as the feral look in his eyes seared her. A shiver raced down her spine, and arousal flashed hot through her system.
Animal scooted his chair toward hers, closing the space between them. An influx of butterflies danced inside her as his gaze melted over her.
Curving his hand around the back of the her neck, he drew her to him, bent down and crushed his lips to hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, flicking across her teeth, entwining with hers, and she looped her hands around his corded neck. She’d never been kissed like that; it was wild, consuming, and addictive all at once, making her senses come to life. Their mouths meshed with escalating hunger.
“Fuck, Olivia,” he murmured on her lips.
Hearing him say her name between kisses sent static sparks from her hardening nipples straight to the pulsing between her legs. She never wanted to pull away; she wanted to stay forever cocooned in his arms with their lips fused together. Moaning, she ran her fingers through his hair, and he yanked her closer against him. At that moment, all her notions about bikers faded away, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her.
The first few beats of Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again” filled the bar, and Animal broke away and glanced over at the band.
“Let’s go,” he said against her ear as he grasped her hand in his.
As always, his touch caused a small jolt through her, and she rose from her chair and followed him onto the dance floor where he pulled her into his arms. Olivia rested her head against his hard chest and heard the erratic thud of his heartbeat. As they danced, Animal sang the lyrics softly into her ear as he ran his hands down her back, stopping just before her ass. The scent of him surrounded her and his warm breath teased her skin into a carpet of goosebumps. Animal’s hand on the small of her back pressed them together and her breasts rubbed against his chest. A low growl stopped the flow of the lyrics as he ground against her, his firm erection sending sizzling shockwaves shooting through her. Olivia clenched her legs together in the vain attempt to stop the throbbing between her thighs.
“You feeling it too, baby?” The hoarse timbre of his voice sent sweet lust coiling tighter.
Olivia tilted her head back and met his intense gaze, which skated over her face and stalled on her lips. The music and the chatter disappeared. The only thing she was acutely aware of was Animal: his arms touching her, his hardness rubbing against her, the bar’s blue lights falling over his strong face, a lock of wavy hair falling across his forehead, and his sexy full lips coming very close to hers. Desire, lust, and sweet electricity ran through her, and then his lips hungrily covered hers as he kissed her frantically and deeply for the rest of the song.
After the song ended, she pulled away, smoothing down her hair.
The rest of the night flashed by and before Olivia knew it, the overhead lights flickered several times, indicating that “last call for alcohol” was upon the customers.
“Do you want another drink?” Animal asked as he pushed his empty beer bottle away from him.
“No thanks, I’m already tipsy.” She giggled and brushed against him.
He wound his arm around her shoulders and tugged her to him. “I like you this way.” He nuzzled her neck, his stubble scratchy, his breath warm and soft.
“Do you?” She stroked the side of his face with her fingers.
The overhead lights turned on and people began to file out of the bar.
“Oh yeah, baby. Are you ready to go?”
Olivia glanced around and noticed all the empty tables. “Where did everyone go?”
