Just have a little fun.
Geoff’s words echo through my brain and I straighten up in my seat. He’s right—why do I always have to be sensible? What if Iwantto make a bad decision for once? I’m a grown woman, for God’s sake. If I want something, I should damn well go for it.
Another woman appears to order a drink from Myles, placing a hand on his tattooed arm, and there’s a sharp, involuntary twist in my stomach. I don’t know why, but that one action ignites a feeling in me that I have to act on. Now.
I lean forward on my barstool just as Myles hands the woman her glass of bubbly. “Hey,” I say, reaching out to brush his hand.
He smiles, grabbing my glass. “Another drink?”
“No. Um…” How do I phrase this? What am I asking, exactly?
I gesture for him to come closer and he wipes a dishcloth across the bar, then lowers his elbows onto the surface, so we are eye-to-eye. It reminds me of the first night I met him here—when he asked me for a drink, so sure of himself.
Is this a good idea?
“What’s up?” The corner of his mouth tilts into a smile. My gaze rests on his lips and I notice my own mouth feels suddenly dry.
Fuck it. I don’t care if this is a good idea or not.
I lean in, so I’m right by his ear. “Do you remember what you said to me at the store the other night?” I draw back just enough to see his expression.
He scratches his scruffy chin, frowning. “Uh… no?”
Oh, shit. What if he really was kidding? Or maybe he doesn’t remember? Or maybe, like the cocky bastard he is, he wants me to actually say the words—toaskfor it.
I place a meaningful hand on his arm. He glances down at it, then back at me, and realization breaks across his face.
“Oh.” He huffs a laugh. “That.”
“Yeah.” I suck on my bottom lip. “Were you kidding?”
His gaze drops to my mouth and he swallows visibly, dragging his eyes back up to mine. He shakes his head.
I trail my finger over his skin, feeling a frisson up my spine. So hewasn’tkidding. Do I really want to do this?
A tingle between my legs answers for me.
“So if I were to head back to your place tonight,” I say as casually as possible, “you’d be okay with that?”
He nods, speechless, and his eyes flash with heat. A woman beside us is asking for a drink, but he can’t seem to hear. Satisfaction rushes through me at having his rapt attention.
He clears his throat roughly. “Are you serious?”
I glance around the bar, checking for Cory. He’s over at a booth chatting to a couple of women, and I exhale in relief, turning back to Myles. “Yes. I’m serious if you are.”
He brings his mouth to my ear. “I’m dead serious.” His voice is like gravel and his breath tickles my earlobe, making my pulse rush with anticipation.
I draw back, giving him a shy smile. His mouth curves into a sexy grin, but he’s not smug at all and I’m glad.
“You want to go right now?” He says it almost as a challenge.
“What about work?”
He stops, as if only just remembering where we are, and gives me a pained look. I watch the struggle on his face, before he finally says, “Fuck it. I’ll tell Cory there’s an emergency or something. If I make you wait, you might change your mind.”
I laugh, leaning back and pulling a mint from my purse, popping it into my mouth. Part of me thinks he might be right, and I don’t want that to happen either.
I drop a mint into my palm and hold it out to him. But instead of grabbing it with his hand, he leans down and takes it with his mouth. His teeth graze my skin, his lips press hot against my palm, then he straightens up and locks his dark gaze on mine. Heat races up my body and settles in an ache between my thighs.
