“Guy stuff huh?” I take another sip of my drink and eye his flushed face. “Why does it seem like two bulls eyeing each other up and trying to figure out how to gore each other?”
Now it’s his turn to snort as he sits down. “You’ve got a funny way of putting things, Fee. I gotta say. I like it. No bullshit with you.”
Cocking a brow, I purse my lips. “That’s a lot of bull flying back and forth.”
He turns to face me and moves so his big thighs cage in my legs. Then he leans forward and takes my chin in his calloused fingers, darting his index finger up to caress my lip before he leans in and kisses me gently, firmly.
Fireworks blast behind my closed eyelids and I grin slightly, my lips opening under his.
He takes full advantage and his tongue parts my lips enough to sneak inside. He licks my tongue, my teeth, every part of my mouth that he can reach.
Until… “Uh-ummm.”
I don’t know which brother is standing there but he lifts and brow and hands Monroe a beer. “If you’re gonna try and swallow her tongue, man. Take that shit outside. This is a classy place.”
Rolling my eyes, I sit back and sip my drink, then run my frosty bottle up my fire engine red cheeks. It barely puts a dent in the heat that man brings.
“You’re killing me, Monroe.”
“Not as much as you’re killing me, Fee.” He leans closer and his lips nibble my ear as he whispers, “I could eat you out right here and now even with an audience.”
Shuddering, I close my eyes. But I can still feel his heat, the intensity of the man. It’s overpowering.
Even the cologne he wears is dark and dangerous. Spicy and sweet. Two sides of the same coin.
Intoxicating. And underneath that scent is something even more overwhelming. The manly smell of Monroe.
If some woman bottled that stuff, they could sell it by the boatload. I drag in a deep breath and let it wash over me, soothe me.
Turn me on like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“You sure are pretty, Fee. I’ve never seen eyes like yours.”
Smiling, I lean on my elbow and watch him. His dark eyes are sleepy and dark with desire.
The same desire that’s curling in my belly like the best whiskey warming me from the inside out.
He grunts and leans into me, breathing deep. “I love the way you smell. Like sweet flowers and candy. You’re like the literal version of the scent of Valentine’s.”
Choking on a giggle, I slip my hand down to touch his, my fingers dancing across his palm when he turns it up. “That has to be the corniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“But true,” he chuckles.
“You’re quite the smooth talker, Monroe Stephens.”
His firm lips curl in a slow smile that makes my toes curl in my high-heel boots. I wanted to look good so I wore my favorite knee-high boots and a deep burgundy skirt that swayed around my hips. The soft burgundy and gold sweater hugs my curves and frames one of my best assets according to my cousin.
His eyes fall to my boobs and it’s like they’re locked in for good. He licks his lips and I groan.
He leans in again and his breath warms my ear and I shiver, closing my eyes.
“I want to bury my face in those pretty mounds and kiss every inch of them. Every inch of you.”
Heat washes over me like a furnace blast. Palming my cheeks, I fight the flames. Grasping my drink, I take a huge sip and eye him over the top of the drink.
“Do you want to come back home with me?”
He doesn’t even hesitate. He throws a twenty on the bar for a tip and grabs hold of my elbow, helping me down.
