A pretty blonde approaches Trevor as I sip my soda. They’re too androgynous for me to take a guess at their gender. But they certainly don’t have a problem flirting, touching Trevor’s arm and his shoulder.
My pulse hitches as I watch, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Trevor’s eyes find mine as he subtly rebukes the blonde’s advances for the third time.Oh, it’s on.
I carry my drink with me as I head their way. There’s something akin to apology in Trevor’s gaze, as if it’s possibly his fault the blonde isn’t taking a hint. I loop my arm around his shoulder the moment I’m close enough, swinging onto his lap. Trevor catches me easily, warm and smelling of spices. It reminds me of cooking in his kitchen. Of what I imagine comfort with him would be.
I pitch my voice sweetly. “Hi, cuddle bug.”
Trevor chokes on a laugh. “Hi.”
“Hope you didn’t miss me. I was thirsty. But I’m back now.”
I take a sip of my soda as my gaze slides to the blonde. They’re already disappearing into the crowd, clearly not prepared to fight for the man currently beneath my ass.
I nearly pout. “That was easy.”
Trevor raises an eyebrow, his amusement tinged with lingering concern. “I wasn’t flirting back.”
“I know,” I assure him, sinking my fingers into the short hairs at the back of his head. “But I’m allowed to get jealous, aren’t I? Because no one touches you withoutmypermission.”
Trevor holds my gaze for a long moment, seemingly trying to read me. “That’s right,” he says at last, tone entirely serious. It lightens as he adds, “You sure you don’t want to buy that collar?”
I huff a laugh, sinking my face against his neck for a moment where the smell of him is so strong I have to resist the urge to bite. “I don’t think I need it, do I? You’ll be good.”
Again, Trevor tries to pick me apart with his gaze. I preoccupy myself with attempting to determine the fabric content of his shirt. Cotton, perhaps? I stroke over his abs a few times just to be certain.
“Are you quite enjoying yourself?” Trevor asks, reaching over my shoulder to check the ID of someone coming in. I didn’t even notice them.
“Mhm. See? I told you this would be a good third date.”
His chest moves in laughter, but he doesn’t try displacing me from his lap. Frankly, I’m unsure whether or not that’s a good thing. The longer I’m here, the more reasons I find to touch. I trace my finger down the tattoos at the front of his neck.
“What are you drinking?” Trevor asks.
“Soda.”
“That so?”
I nod. “Which means you’ll know I’m clear-headed when I do this.”
I shift my ass against Trevor’s thigh, and the man inhales a sharp breath I can see more than hear. His hand tightens on my hip, the darkness of his gaze telling me he felt exactly what’s inside my ass.
His voice is like gravel. “Is that why you’re so brazen tonight, you little minx? You’ve worked yourself up already?”
“It’s all you,” Icombat, shifting against him again because it feels damn good. “’Cause I’m really…fucking impatient to get you under me.”
“I’m under you right now,” he counters evenly. “And you’ve got to stop doing that, Red, or I’m gonna get in trouble for bringing a patron off while on the job.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, trying to still my hips as Trevor’s fingertips dig against me.
“Brat,” he warns. “You keep that up and I have a feeling you’ll be embarrassed about it later.”
I hide my face in his neck as I catch my breath, knowing he’s right. I’m acting ridiculous, too keyed up to be thinking rationally and all but humping his damn leg inside a bar. Even so…
“Say it again,” I beg.
Trevor grabs hold of my chin, staring me down with intense, dark eyes. “Is that what you need to be? My brat?”
My breath stutters. “And if it is?”
