"You'd better be careful, Casanova. I'm pretty sure a smile like that could get a girl pregnant."
"If you think that's what gets a girl pregnant, I have more to teach you than I thought," he teases.
My laugh is breathless as I slip my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.
“I wanna be the only man you think about,” he says, voice low and rough as his hand slides lower on my back.
The way he says it soothes a raw ache inside of me, making me feel wanted and cherished in a way I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before.
“Why did you come to Herds tonight?” I ask, swaying to the music.
“I texted Allie—asked her how girls’ night was going.” His thumb brushes lightly against my spine, sending a shiver through me. “She told me about Tish. Said Wyatt was trying to make you feel better.”
My brow flicks upward. “So you rushed over?”
“Of course.”
My insides flood with warmth.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he murmurs, leaning close, his breath ghosting over my cheek, “but I’m still a man, Quinnie. I don’t want you going home with someone else.”
My head shakes back and forth. “You don’t need to worry about that.”
“And why’s that?” he asks, fingers tightening briefly on my hip as the music swells around us.
It’s on the tip of my tongue. The words I haven’t allowed myself to even think yet. The reason that job offer was less appealing than it should have been.
I could be honest.
And it could ruin everything.
So instead, I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of his ear as we sway to the music. “Because you’re the only man I want making me come.”
He lets out a choked sound.
“What?” I laugh, tilting my head back so I can see his expression.
“I really like when you talk like that, honey.”
His fingers find the hem of my dress, callouses trailing slowly over my thigh as the dance floor seems to disappear beneath our feet.
I glance around the packed bar—worried I’ll find Allie or Sawyer watching us intently, but they’re nowhere to be seen. Nobody’s paying us much attention. And right now, I don’t care if anyone is.
I want him to kiss me. I want to feel his lips on mine—firm and sure andhis.
My skin heats, heart pounding out of my chest as his fingers trek higher, sliding up my inner thigh toward my apex. I drop my head to his shoulder, still moving to the music even as the urgent flood of arousal takes my breath away.
Our bodies block the view, but if anyone bothered to look closely...
“Please,” I beg, needing to feel his fingers on my sensitive flesh.
He clucks his tongue at me. “You want me to make you come in the middle of this bar, Quinnie?”
I whimper and nod against his shoulder, flames of heat licking at my skin.
“That’s...”
“Filthy?” I offer, pulling back to see his face.
