“Would your brother send me here if I were a total asshole?”
He had me there. “No,” I admitted.
“Do you know everything about every man you sleep with?” he asked, running his free hand down my arm.
“No.”
“Do you want to fuck me?”
I bit my lip, blinking slowly and processing my thoughts. Did I want to? Fuck yes, I did. Was it a good idea? Hell no, it wasn’t a good idea. But then again, mistakes sometimes leave the biggest mark in one’s life.
“Maybe,” I squeaked out.
He released my hip, moving his hand to the small of my back. “Ready?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Now?”
“Are you scared, little girl?” he teased.
“Of you?” There wasn’t a man on this planet who scared me. The fear I felt was from within. It was pointed directly at me. A man wasn’t the issue. James was, and the way my body reacted to him had me on high alert.
“Yeah,” he said, the side of his mouth turning up into a grin I wanted to smack off his face.
This was where I should’ve called a time-out. The words I should’ve spoken didn’t come out of my mouth.
“James, I have four older brothers. You hardly scare me.”
“But they want to protect you and love you. While I, on the other hand, want to bury my dick so far inside you that I ruin you for eternity.”
“You say such beautiful things.” I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to myself that he made my pussy clench with his words.
“You in or you out?”
“The real question, Jimmy, is am I going to let you in?” I turned back toward the bar and signaled for another drink.
Let the games begin.
Chapter 7
What the fuck was wrong with me? This wasn’t how I normally treated a woman I’d just met. There was something different about Izzy, though. I’d felt like I knew her the moment we met. Thomas had filled my head with stories about his little sister and made her bigger than life. Seeing her in person only drove the point home that she was different than other women.
If he’d heard how I was talking to her, he’d have my nuts in a vise, making sure I’d never be able to get another hard-on in my life. I needed to slow my shit down.
“I’m a patient man, and you’ll be in my bed before the night is through.”
She laughed, her head falling back as her teeth shone in the light. “I can’t leave yet,” she said, grabbing her drink and swirling the contents inside. “I have to do all the bridesmaid bullshit.”
“I can tell by your comment that you believe in true love.”
“Fuck love. Don’t get me wrong. I’m thrilled for Joe and Suzy, but the shit isn’t for me. Don’t say it,” she warned, her eyes turning into small slits as she glared at me.
“What? That you just haven’t met the right man?” I stood next to her at the bar and leaned my arm against the wooden surface as I faced her.
“Yes. It’s not about that. Love makes shit messy,” she explained before bringing the glass to her lips.
“Can I get a beer?” I asked the bartender as he walked by, and his eyes flickered to us.
His eyes raked over Izzy, and I saw the hunger burning inside them. I felt an overwhelming urge to rip them from his skull just so he couldn’t eye-fuck her again.
