Rather than answer my question, she fires off one of her own. “Do you work every night?”
Her question is accompanied by a cocked eyebrow—the one that has my gut clenching—and her gaze stays on mine as she picks up the glass I’ve put in front of her. She brings the drink to her lips and I can’t stop my body’s reaction as she rests that plump red bottom lip lightly on the rim.
I’ve wanted to sample that mouth from the minute I served her a G and T on that long ago night when she first ventured into Boyd’s.
With a casual shrug, I lean a hip on the bar edge. “Nowhere else to be. No one to do.” I wink. “Unless you’re planning to change that no one to do part.”
Livi’s smile is full of knowledge and triumph. “You’re not interested in what I’m offering.”
I arch one eyebrow to rival the one she gave me. “Oh. And what is it you’re offering?”
“Hot, sweaty, no strings sex.”
I laugh. A belly deep laugh that shakes me from head to toe and takes a moment to subside. “I hate to break it to ya, Princess, but every guy with a dick is after hot, sweaty, no strings sex.”
That perfectly shaped eyebrow rises again, and I can all but hear the gears in her head turning as she eyes me up and down. Well, down as far as the bar will allow, anyway.
A frown mars her pretty face right before she says, “But you’re always asking questions about me.”
“I’ll stop that right now if it gets me hot, sweaty sex with you.”Fuck. I’ve kept my desire for Livi under wraps for two years and can’t believe I just blurted that out. I hold my breath.
Will she take me up on one of my subtle come ons?
Not that I’m being all that subtle right now. But I’m over watching her come in here, pick up some unknown—lucky—bastard and leave to go fuck his brains out.
I want it to be my brain she fucks out.
I have to choke back a laugh. She kinda has fucked with my head. She has me dating my own hand because I can’t look at any other woman without comparing them to her and my stupid fucking dick hasn’t risen to any of them since the moment I laid eyes on Livi.
“You want to have sex with me?”
Both her eyebrows have winged up her forehead, and the shock on her face would be laughable if I hadn’t been walking around with a set of blue balls in my pants for the last two years.
I lean toward her, making sure it’s only the two of us that can hear me. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since you walked through that door and sat down at my bar. Your mouth. Your boobs. Your cunt. Your ass. I want to take every part of you and I want to do it in every dirty position imaginable.”
A sucked-in breath makes her chest rise, her breasts thrust forward, and I clamp my hands on the edge of the bar to keep from reaching out and copping a feel. Along with her shallow breaths, her eyes have dilated until there’s only a thin rim of blue around the black pupils.
And because the sight of her arousal isn’t enough torture, she does something that has my fingers digging into the timber bar-top so I don’t reach across and haul her over the top. Fuck her right here, right now.
She licks her lips, leaving the plump swells slick and shiny.
My fingers cramp as images of those red lips stretched around my cock fill my head. Dragging in a breath, I hold it and pray my tenuous control holds.
Damn. I really want to fuck this woman.
“No more questions?”
All I can do is shake my head as I let my breath out and slowly drag in another one.
“Hot, sweaty, no strings sex?”
Pulling back so there’s some distance between us, I stand straight, point at her glass and growl, “Finish your drink.”
She brings the glass back to her lips and does something I’m not expecting. In a single tip, she downs the contents in one swallow. With a thunk, she puts the glass on the bar and eyes me with challenge.
I’d be lying my ass off if I didn’t admit to being so turned on I’m on the verge of coming in my pants.
But I’m not about to give this woman any ammunition she can use against me. If I’ve learned anything in the last two years, it’s that Livi isn’t a pushover and goes for men she can control and easily leave behind her.
