A lot of this chapter is basically mindless smut. Lol I apologize in advance!

Chapter Ten

She shook her head but it was all for show. She wanted it and the feral look in his eyes only made it worse. He wanted her. It showed in even the slightest movement he made and it was so strange, this empowering feeling that it gave her. She had never felt... desired before. Not like this. No one had ever looked at her like he was now.

A small voice in the back of her head told her that she shouldn't let anymore happen. That he had taken off on her just that very day and she should be much more leery of his intentions than she was.

But she liked this feeling of being wanted by a man. Not just any man either, but a man that she wanted just as much and had, she realized with a start, since the moment that she looked up and saw him sitting at the bar. She backed away from him but he kept coming. Finally her back was pressed against the counter and he was still coming, his body pressing into her before he dipped his head, running his tongue up the column of her throat until his lips were next to her ear.

"If you want me to stop then tell me to stop," he muttered, his voice gliding over her skin and causing her breath to stick in her throat.

She swallowed, her eyes fluttering open even though she didn't remember closing them. "Don't stop," she whispered. The heat was consuming her like a live flame, burning her up from the inside. Last night the fear of the unknown had dampened her desire for him but now, now she knew what he could give her and her body needed him. She was starving for it.

He lifted her easily, sitting her right on the edge of the bar and backing up just enough so she could push his shirt up. He tore it the rest of the way off and then his lips were on hers, fierce and demanding. She matched his intensity, her teeth sinking into his bottom lip and pulling lightly before her hands slid down to his belt.

"You're killin' me here," he rumbled into her neck as she slid his zipper down.

She was feeling much more bold than she ever felt before as she pushed his pants down lower on his hips. "Stop talking and fuck me, Daryl. It's been a rough day."

He lifted his head, his eyes wide with surprise. "Jesus," he growled and then he moved, pushing into her as his hands slid her body forward. Her cry was cut off when his lips crashed into hers. Her body jerked against his. Unlike the night before, he wasn't careful with her. He was moving into her with calculated strokes that had her gasping into his mouth. He never expected her to ever say anything like that. She was sweet and shy. Those words coming from her had his blood igniting in a way it never had before.

He moved so her legs were draped over his forearms and he was holding up most of her weight since he had nearly jerked her off of the bar in his haste to get inside her. She leaned back on her arms and looked between them, her eyes widening at the sight of him moving into her. The angle had him able to go deeper, filling her more than she thought she could take and then he was pulling away again, over and over until she felt that hot flash of pleasure deep inside.

Her eyes widened and met his. He smirked at her and then his teeth dragged across his bottom lip. Her body fell apart then, the sensations pulsing through her, almost painfully. His eyes were dark, never wavering until she felt the heat from his own release fill her and then his jaw clenched painfully.

She sat up straighter and his forehead fell onto her shoulder, his breathing ragged as he moved her so she was able to sit on the bar again. He wordlessly adjusted his pants while her fingers ran through the hair at the back of his head. Once both of them were able to breath normally again he raised his head and gave her a strange look.

"What?" She asked.

He shook his head. "For the sex to be not that good, you're awful loud," he drawled.

She slapped his chest and then pushed him away so she could hop down from the bar. "I told you that I lied about that part. I wanted to hurt your feelings," she said, making sure her skirt was fixed. She bent down, quickly shoving her feet back into the panties he had removed while hiding from his brother.

He chuckled and pulled his shirt back over his head.

"And I'm not even loud. I didn't say anything."

Daryl glanced up again before meeting her eyes. "Go ask Oscar. I bet he heard."

She felt her face blaze hot and then she glanced around, reaching into a cabinet below the bar and pulling out a bottle of cleaner. "I can't believe we did this here." She mumbled as she sprayed the spot and then wiped it vigorously with a clean towel.

He reached around her, grabbing the towel and then turning her around. She opened her mouth to say something but she couldn't because his lips were on hers, softer than before. She hated herself for sinking into him. She hated herself for kissing him back. She should stop all of this, right now, and figure out the reasons why. Why was being with him like this so easy when it had never been easy before? Why had she let this happen again? She had known him for two days and in those two days she had had sex with him twice.

Now she was kissing him like it was the most normal thing in the world to be kissing him like this, but it wasn't. It wasn't normal at all. Not for her. And now she was starting to worry. His arms around her felt good and his lips seemed to be made for hers, but what now? Was he going to leave? And if he did, did it mean that all she was to him was someone to have sex with?

He broke the kiss but he kept his arms around her. "You got any food?"

She blinked. "What?"

He shrugged. "I'm starvin'. If you ain't got any food up there then I wanna go somewhere and get some."

She laughed, feeling like a weight had just lifted off her shoulders. He was going to go back to the apartment with her. Well, he was thinking about it anyway. "I don't really have much up there."

"You wanna go grab somethin'?" He asked, looking slightly unsure of himself.

She looked down and then shook her head quickly. "No! I can't go out looking like this."

"Why?"

"I look like a prostitute," she hissed, rolling her eyes because he could damn well see why she couldn't wear this in public.

"No you don't. Besides, it's three in the damn mornin'. Ain't like you'll be the only one out there lookin' like a prostitute."

She glared. "Are you saying you agree that I look like a prostitute?"

He shook his head. "No. I'm just tryin' to say whatever I need to so I can get fed faster. We can hit up a drive thru, I don't care, but I'm hungry."

"Can't you give me five minutes so I can change clothes?"

He shook his head. "Go ahead and go up there. I'll go grab somethin' and then I'll be back."

She shook her head, frowning hard. "No because I don't know if you'll actually come back."

He snorted. "I sat on a stool for fuckin' hours waitin' for you to get off so I could talk to you. Why the hell would I..." His voice trailed off and he made a face. "Goddamn, you're never gonna let me live that down are you? I fuckin' told you why I left."

She sighed and then shook her head. "I'll go. But the drive thru sounds the best. I really don't feel like getting stared at tonight."

He shrugged. "Your the boss. Let's get the fuck out of here."

~H~

She didn't trust him and he didn't blame her. She thought he was going to take off and not come back until his dick got hard again. He shook his head in disgust when he knew that she wasn't looking. He hated himself for leaving in the first pace. Merle had pegged him right. He was a pussy. He had been too goddamn scared to face her so he'd left her a note, hurt her feelings, and ruined her whole damn day.

But he was trying to make up for that. He hadn't planned on screwing her in the bar but goddamn, he was only one man and it had been right there in front of his face and he hadn't been able to resist. And she'd basically told him to do it. Hell, she literally told him to do it. She told him to shut up and fuck her. So he'd done just that.

Once they were outside he realized the dilemma. It was October and it was three in the morning and it was damn chilly outside. She was barely covered at all and was rubbing her arms briskly as they made their way to his bike.

He shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to her.

She shook her head. "You'll get cold."

He rolled his eyes and looked down at her. "You're more than half naked. Just wear the damn jacket. Actually, this was probably a bad idea. I can eat tomorrow. I had a snack back there anyway." He grinned as her face blazed red in the street light.

"Fine, I'll take the jacket and then we'll get food."

He was about to argue but then she put the jacket on and he forgot what he was about to say. When she straddled the bike he just stood there staring because this was the things his greatest wet dreams were made of.

"Daryl!" She huffed and then pulled the leather jacket tighter around herself. She gave him a pointed look.

"Right. Food. Let's go," he muttered, climbing on in front of her. The chill on his bare arms didn't bother him. The wind in his face didn't bother him. He lived for this shit. The feel of her pressed against his back only made it that much better. If she hadn't been freezing back there he would just keep going but he wanted to get her back to her apartment.