Subway Girl Read Free Page B

body so we could see each other to talk. “So tell me about you.”
    “There’s not much to tell. I’m a publicist for a small publishing company. I work too many hours, get paid next to nothing, but love my job. You?” I smiled at the waitress when she set a Coke in front of me and I took a sip.
    “I’m in finance, acquisitions mostly. I work too many hours, get paid pretty well and love my job.”
    “Well, it sounds like we have a little in common. Relating to work, anyway.”
    “And the subway.”
    My cheeks turned hot. I knew they were red by the flaming heat radiating off them. I was so glad the part of the restaurant we were in was darkened. “Ah, the subway. Yes. We do seem to share some things in common there.” My breath came out raspy and hoarse. Rivers grinned. He knew exactly why.
    “You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”
    “Mm-hmm. And so are you.” I picked my Coke up and took a sip. When I sat my glass down he took my hand in his and laid it in his lap. He didn’t grind it against himself. He didn’t need to. His erection was evident.
    “Of course I’m thinking about it. It was hot and you’re so fucking sexy.” He leaned over and took my ear lobe between his teeth. He alternated between sucking it and biting it. I bit my lower lip to hold in a moan.
    “You know, some women are sexy. And you are. Sexy as hell. And some women are pretty, or even beautiful. And you are. Beautiful. Your auburn hair is thick and shiny with just a little curl. Your big hazel eyes. Soft, creamy skin. But there aren’t many women who can pull off being both sexy and beautiful without seeming arrogant. But you do.” He looked at me and one side of his mouth curved in a grin. “Either you don’t know you are both, or you’re extremely humble. Either way, the fact that you act like you don’t realize how fucking beautiful and sexy you are makes you even more so.”
    He ran his hand over my hair. His eyes watched the movement. His other hand was still covering mine in his lap. He raised it to my face. The tips of his fingers grazed my skin like a butterfly’s wings. “It’s killing me sitting here beside you right now. I’m at war with myself. One side of me—the real me, the one who doesn’t go around having random sex in subway trains—wants to stay here all night and learn everything about you. The other side of me. The primal, raw side, the side you saw in that subway car, wants to pull you out of this booth and to my apartment and make love to you until neither of us can see straight.”
    “Wow,” I said on a half laugh. “No one has ever said anything like that to me before. I…I, don’t know what to say. I think you’re damn near perfect, too. And now that I’ve had a chance to actually talk to you…” I shrugged a shoulder.
    “What?” His hand fisted slightly in my hair.
    “I’m finding that I might actually like you—”
    My sentence was swallowed by his kiss. His hand tightened in my hair and his other cupped my cheek and pulled my face to him. His tongue slid across my lips and I opened for him. He didn’t need to be invited twice. His warm tongue delved into my mouth, touching every part.
    His hand left my face and glided gently up my outer thigh. I moaned as a pool of warm wetness settled between my legs. Tightness coiled in my core and the familiar ache started to build. He gripped my hair tighter and exposed my neck. He planted open mouth kisses over the sensitive skin along the sides of my neck and across my collar bone.
    I rubbed his growing cock through his jeans. He shifted in the booth to ease his discomfort and give me a better angle. My other hand massaged the back of his neck and my fingers ran through his hair.
    Rivers kissed up my neck to my ear. “Julia,” he whispered in a ragged breath. “What are you doing to me? I’ve never done this before.”
    I shook my head. “Me either,” I said , breathless. I nipped at his neck. He moaned at the slight