Instead, I come up behind him and slide my palms around his waist.
He freezes with a sharp inhale as my fingers move further, raking across his lower belly to grab his belt with both hands.
“Val,” he exhales. “You’re gonna make me, um, it hard to go out there.”
Pressing my chest against his spine, my pelvis into his muscular ass, I tug up his jeans far enough that I know the crotch is tugging his groin. “I just wanted you to know I’m not done with you.”
Then I pull his buckle, making him spin to face me. “And until this—” My long black nail flicks between us. “—is over, no side pieces.”
His pouty lower lip pulls up into a cocky, lopsided grin. “There’s an ‘us’?”
Maybe he does have a little brat in him like his sister.
I swat his perfect butt, making him jump. But follow it with running my thumb along his bulging zipper as I meet his burning gaze. “As long as you mind.”
His fingers twitch, like he wants to touch me. “Yes, ma’am.”
Reaching past him, I snag three ready plates with their tickets and walk briskly out to the bar.
At least I can happily serve these flirty girls knowing that I have him. That flame of desire flecking his blue eyes means he isn’t going anywhere.
For now.
Chapter 17
Sawyer
It’s funny she thinksI’d look at anyone else but her.
She’s all I’ve been obsessed with.
But I like this little flare of jealousy that has her touching me every time we’re alone together.
I can let her pretend that it’s all up to her. Hell, Iwantto be under her control.
So when I feel the pinpricks of her stare when I linger a bit longer at one of the tables with the older high school girls, it makes my limbs buzz.
Maybe she’ll punish me?
That fucking light spank she gave me set all kinds of nerves into overdrive.
Why did that feel like I brushed a hot fence?
As the school crowd trickles out, we both rush around to get everything cleaned up.
“Were you doing that on purpose?” Her fist props on her cocked hip as I wash the dishes.
“Do what?” I give her the best innocent blink I can muster.
“Hanging out with those basketball girls.” She waves through the air.
“No. They were asking me about my favorite Call of Duty map.” I gesture at the game graphic on my t-shirt with a soapy hand.
Val reaches up and knots her fingers in the fabric over the logo, then pulls me to her in a heated kiss.
Fire races through my veins as her tongue forces through my lips. Passion and violence flavors her sweet mouth with every wet penetration.
With a groan, I pull her closer, pinning her between the stainless sink and my body. I don’t want to flirt or banter any more.
