Plus, he’s insanely hot. He’s huge—not so much in height—maybe six feet, but I have never seen a man this ripped. His T-shirt looks like it’s about to tear from the width of his biceps, and his shoulders are broad and well-defined.
And I’m drooling.
I’ve been more intoxicated by his cologne than from the beers I drank. We’re surrounded by it as we walk through the bar toward the door.
When I first walked into this bar, I thought it was amistake. It’s kind of dingy and doesn’t smell great, but it certainly isn’t the worst bar I’ve ever been in. I haven’t lived in Nashville for very long, but when I was contemplating how to spend my Friday night, I knew I needed to get out of the house and be around people. I go to work, but that’s about it. I have only one person I consider a friend.
Admittedly, going to this particular bar wasn’t the best option, but right now, I’m having a hard time regretting it with Ian’s hand firmly pressing on my lower back as desire rockets through me.
My hands hit the metal bar on the door, and I push it open so we can step out into the night air. It’s early June in Tennessee, which means it’s some varying degree of humid all day. But tonight, all I can feel is a different kind of heat. It’s radiating through my body and soaking into me from where Ian walks at my side.
My feet halt, and Ian turns to me with eyebrows raised in question.
“We’re outside.” The words leave my lips as barely a whisper.
His severe yet handsome face breaks into a wolfish grin. Both hands come to either side of my neck, and his thumbs gently push my chin up. His grip is firm and warm, sending a tingle through my body that settles in my core.
My chest moves with rapid breaths as he gently pulls me up to meet him while he lowers his face to mine. The second our lips meet, I’m lost. As my fingers find purchase in handfuls of his shirt, my back arches to bring me closer to him. His tongue toys with my bottom lip before slipping inside to tease me. I moan into his mouth, and one of his hands leaves my neck to wrap around my waist and bring me flush against his body.
Oh my god.
He’s hard, and unless the layers of clothes between us are deceiving me, his biceps aren’t the only massive thing about him.
All too soon, his lips slow, and he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead on mine. My eyes flutter open to see his lips parted as panting breaths leave him. His eyes are still closed, and I relish that he seems to be just as affected by our kiss as I am.
His eyes open, looking down at me as he asks softly, “Where’s your car?”
“I didn’t drive here.”
“Good, let’s go.”
Butterflies swarm my stomach as he intertwines our fingers and drags me across the parking lot to the back row. The lone car there is stunning and looks to be a fully restored Bronco. I can’t tell what color it is in the dark, but even in the moonlight, the paint shines bright.
“Nice ride.” I’ve always loved Broncos, and you can’t beat a classic when someone’s put this much work and money into restoring them.
Unlocking it, he pulls the door open and helps me up since it’s also slightly lifted, but thankfully, it has a running board to assist. “Thanks, it took me years, but I love it.”
My jaw drops as I take in the interior. “You did this yourself?”
He gives me a cocky grin. “Many talents, remember?”
I roll my eyes with a laugh as he slams the door shut, jogs around the front of the vehicle, and climbs inside.
His scent is even more alluring, being enclosed with him. Even the way he drives turns me on. With his left hand casually draped over the top of the steering wheel, the other sits on his thigh, tightening into and out of a fist.
I glance out the window to stop staring at him. “I’massuming we’re going to your house?” I know I should be nervous about going to a stranger’s house, but all I can feel is boundless excitement and increasing arousal.
He cuts his eyes over to me before taking a left. “Would you prefer to go to your place? I don’t care where we go as long as you end up naked sooner rather than later.”
An embarrassing whimper leaves me at his forwardness. My hope that he didn’t hear me dies with his answering smirk.
“Yours is fine,” I say quietly, worrying my lip as we return to the electrically charged silence.
The car slows as it comes to a stop at a red light, and renewed nerves rush through my veins. I slide my hands between my thighs to keep from fidgeting. “So, uh, you do this often?”
Tilting his head so he can see me, he raises an eyebrow. “Do what? Take home the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen so I can fuck her brains out?”
My belly flips, his hand rubbing across his mouth as we roll through the intersection.
