The desire that’d been lacking earlier made itself known. Nope. Nothing wrong with him at all.
Evan let out a low wolf-whistle. “Damn. Don’t see chicks like that in here. I call dibs.”
“The fuck you do.” Jase put his glass down hard, setting off for the bar.
They bellied up to the bar and Denise raised her hand, credit card held between her fingers.
The bartender leaned over the bar, closing the distance. “Ladies. What can I do you for tonight?”
“Two vodka cranberries with a lime, please,” Denise said.
“Sure thing.” He winked and pushed away from the edge.
“He’s cute,” Bree said.
“And flirty.”
“I’m sure it helps with the tips.”
“I’ve got a tip for him.” Denise wiggled her eyebrows.
“I’m sure he’s got a tip for you too. Just the tip, if you know what I mean.”
“Nice.” Denise held up her hand and Bree high-fived her. “Thank god your mind is as dirty as mine.”
The cute bartender returned with their drinks.
“Put it on my tab, Brian,” a deep voice said.
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end and shivers raced down her spine.Please be the walking orgasm.She couldn’t get that lucky.
The bartender nodded. “Sure thing, Jase.”
Bree and Denise made wide eyes at each other as they grabbed their glasses and turned to — she could get that lucky. A well-defined chest and biceps straining the fabric of a faded blue t-shirt greeted them. Her gaze drifted up, and up, over a short, trim beard surrounding full lips, past a slightly crooked nose, straight into the hazel eyes of the walking orgasm.
Wow. He’s even better looking up close.
Bree took a sip of her drink and imagined running her hands through his dark, curly hair.
“Ladies. Haven’t seen you here before.”
Bree choked on her drink.Wrong pipe. “Really,” she strained through the burn. “You’re going with ‘come here often?’”
The sex god smiled. “Well, that wasn’t my intention, but if it works…”
Holy hell, that smile. She shifted her weight in an effort to ease the sudden throb between her legs.
“I’m Jase,” he said. “Are you meeting someone here or is it just the two of you?” He looked directly at Bree, a flirtatious smile teasing at his mouth.
What was the question?She’d been staring at his mouth. Saw it move. Imagined sucking on that full bottom lip.
“Just us,” Denise said. “Spur of the moment decision. As you can see, we weren’t aware of the dress code.”
“Dress code?” Jase turned his attention to Denise.
Bree rolled a shoulder, pulling out of the lust fog clouding her mind. “I think she’s talking about the fact that we aren’t wearing any leather.” She waved a hand. “Inside joke.”
“Oh yeah. Bikers like their leather. Since you’re not meeting anyone tonight, would you like to join my friends and me?”
