“You’re worried she’ll sleep around, and I’m only seventy percent certain because I’m speaking from experience.”
I was about to agree with her until she said that last part.
Experience.
“Do you want to elaborate?”
“If I’m going to have sex, I don’t stop to think who will or won’t be disappointed. All I can think of is the act and how I feel then and how I’ll feel after, and then the next time if the guy is lucky enough to have me twice.”
I had to swallow hard and blink.
“Oh,” was all I could say. “Does said guy normally get to have you twice?”
I don’t know why I asked that. Whatever spell she had me under must have charmed my mind and pushed me further into the enchantment of her.
“It depends.” She leaned forward and my eyes dropped to her cleavage.
“Depends on what?”
“Whether or not said guy can impress me.”
Impress—there was that word again.
She knocked back the rest of the drink and slid off the stool.
“You still haven’t told me how to go about that.”
She shook her head at me. “Nope, sorry detective. You’re going to have to figure that out all on your lonesome. Brooke 101 is over for tonight.”
She backed away and picked up her purse.
“Brooke 101?”
She focused on me and smiled. “Brooke 101.”
“I don’t know how I ended up taking that class, but here I am. Are you going to be taking Ryan 101 too?”
She laughed. “Be careful Detective—I’m the same woman you thought was on drugs less than a week ago. Should I really be taking a class on you?”
“If I’m taking your class, you take mine. What’d you say?”
This…whatever it was that drew me to her had taken me to this point, a point where my interest had grown and stuck on her.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes. You make good cocktails—would be nice to see what else you’re good at.” I totally didn’t miss the flicker of sexual heat that sparked in her eyes, and neither did my cock.
“I can assure you, Brooke, I’m good with many things.”
She bit back a smile and glided away, hips swaying and oozing sexiness.
My eyes went straight to her ass and when she glanced over her shoulder, she caught me looking.
When she smiled, I got that feeling of being in trouble again.
Unlike the other day though, this trouble was mixed with the temptation of a woman who’d gotten me to make her sex on the beach mixed with a screaming orgasm.
