My brows rose. “You’re sure?”
“As long as you don’t get drunk, we have no problem.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.” I took a sip, leaning my hip into the bar while I faced her.
“You know, I have no idea what alcohol even tastes like. I’ve only ever smelled it. And I’ve never kissed anyone who’s had it on their lips and tongue. You’re going to be my first.”
There was a reason she’d never put a dropof liquor in her mouth. And there was a reason she didn’t want me to get drunk. I had a feeling both of those reasons were the same.
When I’d first looked at her picture, her eyes told me we had something in common.
That similarity, I sensed, was that we both knew what darkness looked like and we knew what it felt like.
And that was what had aged our souls.
But once again, tonight wasn’t about getting those answers or even making that connection.
I brought the whiskey up to my mouth, hesitating for a few seconds before my lips surrounded the glass. I drank—that was who I was. I wasn’t going to change that for a woman I’d met less than ten minutes ago from a dating app, nor had she asked me to.
Rather than sipping, I gulped the liquor down, like a shot, and set the empty on the bar before I slowly walked toward her. I stopped a few paces away, my hands sliding into the pockets of my jeans. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to hold her face and drag her lips to mine.
I wanted to know if she was as wet as I was hard.
I dampened the corners of my lips with my tongue and said, “Tell me something, Sky. Tell me if?—”
“If you keep getting taller and more muscular, the longer I look at you?” She grinned. “Yes, you do.”
“I haven’t changed.”
“Oh, but you have.” Her eyes fucking sparkled.
“How?”
“The way you’re looking at me—that’s changed.” She gripped the edge of the wood she was sitting on and leaned forward a little. “The thoughts in your head—those have changed too.”
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like you want to inhale me.” Her grin was so fucking sexy.
“You’re not wrong.” I laughed. “And what about my thoughts? What are those?”
“You’re thinking about the steps you want to take to do that inhaling.”
“Easy guess.”
She shook her head, and some strands fell into her face—ones I wanted to move away, but didn’t. “It’s not a guess. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Seems you know this stranger pretty well.” I nodded toward her. “But what you see and what you know—is that whatyouwant?” I waited. “Just because we matched up and you came here and I got you a room, that doesn’t mean you want to fuck me.” I turned my body, giving her an unblocked path to the door. “If you don’t want me, you don’t have to stay. The room I got you will still be yours.”
“I want you to make me forget about the night I had before I got here.” Her voice wasn’t small; neither was her gaze. “I want you to take me out of my head.”
I heard her loud and clear. But I still had to make sure. “You’re giving me your body …”
“Yes.” She released the table, putting her hands on her thighs, and she leaned back against the wall behind her. “For the record, if I hadn’t had a good feeling right away, I wouldn’t have come in. If I hadn’t wanted you to touch me, I would have already left. And it’s not that I want to fuck you …” Her stare lowered to my chest and then to my waist. “It’s that I want you to fuck me.”
She was speaking my language.
When it came to sex, I was no fucking gentleman.
