Free Stubborn Love by Natalie Ward Page B

skin, registering with me,
letting me know just how close we are standing. I want to pull her even closer,
wrap my arms around her and pull her tight against me where I can feel all of
her. Fuck , this girl is driving me
crazy in a way no other girl has done before.
    About half way through
their set, I need to take a breather. Put some space between us before I
completely lose my shit and do something stupid. Which I can apparently still
do anyway as I lean down and put my mouth to her ear. “I’m going to get us some
more drinks.”
    Mia nods as she turns to
face me. Our mouths are only an inch apart and I hold my breath, unsure what
she’s about to do, knowing exactly what I’d like to do. “I’ll come with you,”
she says and I can only nod, knowing this has the potential to be fucking
awesome or a total fucking disaster.
    I quickly let Ben know
where we’re going and then I am walking through the crowd to the bar at the
back of the room. I can feel Mia’s hand as it hangs on to my t-shirt so we
don’t lose each other in the crowd. I reach back, offering her my hand and
smile when I feel her cold fingers slide into mine, and another quick jolt
shooting up my arm at her touch. When we reach the bar, I reluctantly let go of
Mia’s hand and put in an order for three more beers. Just as I turn to ask Mia
what she thinks of Damien’s band, she pushes up on her toes and kisses me right
on the mouth.
    I’m fucking shocked, but
this time I’m not just standing here like an idiot
while I try and work out why she’s doing this. This time, my hand automatically
slides around her neck, holding her mouth against mine. My other hand reaches
out, grabs her by the hip and gently pulls her body so it’s flush against mine.
Mia moans into my mouth now and I feel her arms wrap themselves around my neck.
    And just like that, the
whole room, the bar, the band, everything, disappears. I can no longer hear the
music or the noise of the people around us. Instead, the only thing I can feel
is Mia’s body pressed against mine, just like I wanted it. The only thing I can hear are her sexy moans. Her soft lips are on
mine and her tongue slips into my mouth, tempting me. I deepen the kiss, pulling
her tighter against me now. She’s not drunk and I’m not drunk and I’m not
questioning anything this time, I’m just letting whatever happens, happen.
    Mia’s arms unwind
themselves from my neck, her hands dropping to my waist before sliding up under
my t-shirt and resting against my skin. I hear the groan that falls from my
mouth in response. The feel of her hands on my body is like nothing else in
this world and all I want to do is stay right here, in this moment, kissing
her.
    “Twelve bucks.”
    I hear the words, but I
don’t stop.
    “Hey buddy, that’ll be
twelve bucks.”
    Mia pulls away from me and
I can see her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are shining. Without taking my
eyes off her, I pull my hand from her hip and stick it in my pocket, grab the
first cash I can find and hand it to the bartender.
    I should say something to
her, something funny, something that won’t have her running away, but I can’t
think of a single fucking word that would seem right. So I stand here, my hand still
pressed against the back of her neck, both of hers resting in the front pockets
of my jeans now, and just stare at her.
    “Here’s your change,” the
bartender yells, slapping the money down on the bar and breaking the moment.
    I automatically turn to
thank him and grab Mia’s beer, reluctantly handing it to her as she pulls her
hands away from the front of my jeans, leaving me feeling empty.
    “Should we head back?” she
asks me, taking a sip of her drink, my hand now falling away from her neck.
    I watch as the liquid runs
from the bottle into her mouth, her throat as she swallows it. I want to lean
in and kiss her again, see what that beer tastes like on her lips. I’m just
about to say fuck it and do exactly that, when I feel