Piercing blue eyes zero in on me.
My nostrils flare as I suck in a breath, unable to look away.
They’re dark. The color of the sky in the middle of the storm. It’s like they’re pulling me in. Deep and tempestuous.
Wild.
Reckless.
The corner of her mouth lifts upward. Not a smile, not really. More like she’s amused. With me. Something about that makes me want to squirm, but I refuse to move a muscle.
We stare at one another, her gaze leaving tingles in its wake.
Silence stretches, and I can feel my shoulders tense with each passing second that seems to last a lifetime.
The muscle in my jaw tics. “What?”
Another one of those soft chuckles answers my bite. “Nothing.”
Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she turns back in her seat.
I should let it go. Finish my drink, and get the hell out of here, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to ignore her comment.
“You obviously have something to say, darlin’, so out with it.”
Slowly, so impossibly slowly, she shifts her attention to me. Her teeth toy with her lower lip as she watches me for a moment before letting it pop. Color rushes into the soft flesh, turning her full lips a darker shade of pink.
If I thought my harsh tone will make her back down, I had another thing coming.
She shifts slightly, the movement making her jacket crinkle. The black leather is worn out, the large material swallowing her whole. Her knee bumps into mine as she leans closer. Her scent surrounds me; it’s sweet and delicate, a complete contradiction to the woman in front of me.
Her eyes hold me hostage, her warm breath makes the goosebumps prickle my skin as she whispers so only I can hear, “Just trying to figure out if you’re that oblivious or just that good at pretending. With men, one can never be sure.”
She starts to pull back, but my fingers wrap around her forearm, holding her in place. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Her gaze roams my face, that smile growing bigger. “Just an observation. No need to get your wranglers up your ass, cowboy.”
My wran?—
Her gaze drops down to my lap, head tilting to the side as she assesses me. “Although it’s not such a shabby ass.”
I blink, unsure if I heard her correctly. She uses this opportunity to slip her hand out of my grasp. Turning in her seat, her leg rubs against mine, and my cock twitches at attention.
What the actual fuck?
It’s like I was struck with a bolt of lightning, and now the aftershocks are running under my skin, sending tingles through my limbs.
She, on the other hand, doesn’t seem the least bit fazed. Those delicate fingers grip the drink and bring it to her lips. I watch them wrap around the glass, her throat bobbing as she downs the amber liquid in one go, before lowering it onto the counter.
That tongue peeks out once again, teasing me as she collects one runaway drop of whiskey that’s been clinging to her flesh.
The image pops in my mind out of nowhere. The blonde on her knees in front of me. Those big blue eyes staring up at me. Whiskey lingering on the corner of her mouth. That pink tongue wetting her lips before they part to take me in.
The thought is so intense, so real, it would knock me on my ass if I wasn’t sitting down already.
What the actual hell?
My fingers curl into fists by my sides, nails digging into my skin as I grind through my clenched teeth, trying to keep my cool, “Do you usually comment on people’s asses?”
