“Old enough to be the sexy schoolgirl around the corner.” He didn’t even know her name, but flirting with this woman was making him feel more normal, less off-kilter and more focused than he’d been all week.
She’d probably shoot him down, but what the hell did he have left to lose?
“Just today, hmm?” She slowly licked her lips.
The sight of her tongue sent his remaining blood straight to his dick. “Today’s all we ever have,” he said.
Her other hand came to rest on his thigh, and she leaned all the way in to him. “So you know,” she whispered, her breath hot on his ear, her spicy-sweet scent tickling his nose, “I’m not usually this kind of girl.”
She leaned closer, those pink lips parting, her lashes fluttering down to touch her cheeks, and his brain short-circuited.
This sexy, outspoken woman wanted him.
This could be a setup, a hazy part of his brain whispered.
She could be batshit crazy, another part suggested.
But she was warm. She’d made him smile. And she’d also made him harder than he could ever remember being.
Because she was new.
Fresh.
The complete opposite of the wife he’d almost had.
Exactly what he needed tonight.
His body was on fire. She was gorgeous. A firecracker. And unlike a certain other woman no longer in his life, shewantedhim.
He was a master of control on the flight deck of his C-130 Hercules, but his hands shook when he splayed his fingers over her back.
Her lips touched his, and instinct took over.
He angled his mouth against hers and tasted her lips. Her hands slid up his shoulders, up his neck, around into his hair, and her mouth parted for him. He plunged his tongue in, tasting salt and lime and sweet, hot heaven.
Allison’s problem hadn’t been Lance. He wasn’t broken. She hadn’t dumped himbecause there was something wrong withhim.
There was nothing wrong with him.
He was strong. He was attractive. He was hot and hard and throbbing. He could have any woman on the planet, and the proof was right here.
With this sexy blonde practically climbing into his lap, her tongue in his mouth, her hands tearing at his shirt.
Allison’s life wasgoing in a different direction?
Fuck her.
Lance’s life was going in a different direction too.
His life was headed in the direction of getting laid.
Tonight.
Now, right here, in some bar, with?—
“Who are you?” he gasped.
He didn’t know her. Her name. Her history.Why she needed to make out with strangers in a bar.
