Page 46 of Lilah

I'm pulled further into my trance even when his mouth pulls away from my neck. He places one last kiss on the spot before bringing his head out of my neck.

My bottom lip returns to its hated place between my teeth and he finally looks at my face.

His dark eyes meet mine and his tattooed hand trails up from my neck to where my teeth meet my bottom lip.

"Why do you get me so riled up?" He questions, although I feel it's more to himself so I don't answer.

He pulls my lip from my teeth with his thumb, watching my mouth the whole time.

Before I can say sorry for forgetting or anything, he takes my bottom lip between his teeth.

He pulls at it before biting down, I let out a gasp at the sudden pinch but he releases, placing a kiss on it before I can say a word.

It's burning hot in this room, holy moly.

His lips land on mine fully and I come to the shagadelic realization that we're kissing.

His taste is mesmerizing. I bet I taste like Oreos considering the milkshake I've just had.

"Damn boss, another one in here?" A male voice speaks as soon as the door to the room opens.

I shoot away with a gasp before his words dawn on me.

Another one?

"Out, Jonas," Grey sneers darkly and the guy leaves.

My heart sinks and Grey turns his attention back to me. I remove my hand from his back.

I keep my eyes down, too afraid to see his eyes and how he's looking at me after I've just given quite a bit of myself to him.

I'd been kissed before, a slight peck actually from a truth or dare game at a birthday party Jake brought me to but other than that, I've done nothing.

"You need to go home," he decides and I can't bring myself to fight it anymore.

With his one arm that is still wrapped around me, he lifts me off the counter and places my feet gently on the ground.

His strong arm supports me as I walk to the door. He opens it for me and I'm surprised he does it.

"Thank you," I thank him softly but he doesn't respond.

Once out in the main section, I notice how empty it is. Except for the crowd of guys surrounding the bar.

Now's the time to become a pimp. With all these guys here, it's a perfect setup.

I walk carefully across the dark wooden floor, Grey still clings onto me, thank goodness. He's actually being very helpful.

Maybe he feels bad for acting like my knee wasn't even hurt.

I feel eyes on me. More like two dozen eyes on me.

Where's everyone else in the bar? How come only those guys are here?

Finally, we make it to the main door. Thankfully, Grey doesn't stop there. He walks me all the way to where my car is.

"Thank you for helping me," I give him a small smile but he doesn't see it, too busy keeping his eyes away from me.

He never does that. Usually, it's always him who has his eyes on me and I'm the one looking away.