Bitch, please.
She washed her hands and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright. It could’ve been the alcohol, but more likely it was the sensual foreplay that had been going on since Jase had pulled her away from the bar. She tended to shy away from being touched by strangers. Hugging and touching was reserved for friends and family, but something about Jase’s touch had every nerve in her body singing. Every brush of his fingers had sent shivers down her spine and raised goosebumps on her skin. She’d soaked it up. When was the last time a simple touch had caused desire to coil low in her belly?Not since before Afghanistan.
Bree shook that thought away. Tonight was not the night for those thoughts.
She left the restroom after drying her hands. Jase caught her in the hall leading back to the bar. He backed her against the wall and braced his forearms slightly above her head, caging her in but holding himself away from her. He leaned down and brushed his lips gently against hers, then stopped.
Was he asking permission?Bree grasped his hips and hooked her middle fingers in the belt loops of his jeans. She bit the corner of her lip.
“You’ve been biting your lip all night, Bree. It’s my turn.” Bree’s gaze darted from his mouth to his desire-filled eyes, just before his tongue laved the center of her bottom lip. She pulled her fingers out of Jase’s belt loops and stepped closer. She slid one arm around his back and the other around his head, her fingers threading through his hair. Jase wrapped his arms around her, bending at the knees and pulling her up onto her toes. He pushed her against the wall, fitting their bodies so close together Bree could feel the hard press of his cock against her abdomen. The kiss quickly turned carnal, tongues dancing together in an intimate tango as their breathing became heavy. Had she ever been kissed with that much heat…that much passion…that much desire?
The clearing of a throat broke the spell. Jase pulled away slowly, sucking on her bottom lip as he lifted his head. They stared at each other a moment before turning their heads to see Denise standing a couple of feet away trying to look anywhere but directly at them.
“Hey, sweetie.” Bree pushed at Jase trying to create some space between them. He was reluctant to let go, but he released the tight hold he had on her.
“Sorry to interrupt. Got a sec?”
“Sure.” Bree looked at Jase. “I’ll meet you back at the table?”
Jase stared, still holding the back of her neck. “Yeah.”
He bent down and gave her a quick, hard kiss before nodding to Denise and leaving them in the hall.
“Holy hell, that was hot and I wasn’t even the one being kissed,” Denise said. “I’m not sure if I should high-five you or hose you down.”
“No need. My underwear is already soaked.” Bree fanned her face with her hands. “Am I red? I feel flushed. Am I flushed?”
“You’re fine, gorgeous as ever.” Denise reassured her. “I’m going to head out.”
“Oh, okay. Let me go tell Jase we’re leaving.” She hadn’t given any thought to what was going to happen at the end of the night. Maybe she could— No. She was not going to be a crappy friend.
Denise shook her head. “Oh, no. No, no, no. You’re going home with the walking orgasm. I wouldn’t be any kind of battle buddy if I dragged you out of here because I’m beat and have to get up early in the morning.”
“Our deal is we come together, we leave together.”
“Not tonight it’s not. Tonight it’s you go home with the hot guy and make up for all the boring sex you’ve had for the last year.”
Bree bit her lower lip as she struggled with her indecision. She really wanted to go home with Jase. That kiss. She felt the tips of her ears growing warm as she remembered it. With Chad, kissing had become…perfunctory. If that kiss with Jase was anything to go by, the sex would be phenomenal.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Honey, I’m sure. You two looked like you were going to go at it against the wall in front of the entire bar.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“Uh, yeah it was. And again, it was hot.”
“Whatever.” She looped her arm through Denise’s and headed back to the bar. “Let me make sure Jase is good with giving me a ride home before you leave.”
Denise stopped walking, pulling Bree to halt.
“What?” Bree asked.
Denise tilted her head and gave Bree a look. “You’re kidding, right?”
“What? I don’t want to be presumptuous.”
Denise rolled her eyes and walked straight over to Jase. “I’m leaving. Bree’s not. You fuck with her and I will hunt you down, chop you up in my meat grinder, and feed you to my dogs. The cops will have to dig through their shit to identify your DNA. We good?”
