“Good.” The word is nothing more than a low rumble. “Makes getting you upstairs easier.”
“Wow.” Another chuckle escapes her. “Do you always move this fast?”
“Only when a beautiful woman walks up to me looking like she’s working up the courage to do something reckless, and I’m all about being reckless in bed, baby.”
Her lips part, and a pink blush forms on the apples of her cheeks. “Maybe I just wanted company.”
I shrug. “You picked the right table for that.” I lean forward and, unable to resist, I brush the tips of my fingers up the inside of her calf until I reach her knee. “Or we can skip the act of you pretending you want to get to know me and get straight to the fun part.”
Her features tighten slightly. “That’s a bold assumption.”
“You’re sitting here with a tempting blush on your face,” I caress her calf again, “giving me the impression you’re already imagining how good the fuck will be. Am I wrong?”
“Maybe I’m still deciding,” she murmurs, the seductive expression that could bring the strongest of men to their knees back on her exquisite face.
“Oh, sweetheart. You made the decision before you sat down, looking at me like I’m your next meal.”
Tension flashes over her face again, giving me mixed signals. Suddenly, she stands up, and as she begins to walk away, she says, “If you can catch me, you can have me.”
My smirk widens at the dare, and darting to my feet, I shove my phone into my pocket while following the temptress out of the bar.
She glances over her shoulder as we enter the lobby, and I’m given a seductive smile that makes me even harder while my eyes lock on her ass.
Christ, this woman is one hell of a tease. I’m the king of one-night stands, but this is something straight out of my fantasies.
I follow her out of the hotel, my eyes devouring every sexy inch of her body. The night air outside the hotel is cooler, the faint smell of smoke drifting along the street.
Nina slows near the brick wall a few meters from the entrance, and I close the distance between us before she can move again.
She turns just as I plant my hand against the wall beside her shoulder, trapping her between the brick and my body.
Even with heels on, the top of her head barely reaches my chin, and I have to duck my head low to get to her ear. “I have no problem fucking you against the wall, but maybe we should rather get a room.”
The streetlight reflects in her eyes as she looks up at me with a nervous expression.
I chalk it up to this possibly being her first attempt at a one-night stand.
“I thought you might like the chase,” she replies, her voice a little breathless.
I bring my other hand up and place it against the wall, caging her in completely.
“I did.” My lips brush over her warm skin beneath her ear. “It’s one hell of a turn on, baby.” My fingers slide beneath her chin, and tilting her face up, I force her nervous gaze to meet mine. “So what’s it going to be, Nina. A hotel room and a night of wild sex, or are you going to be a memory of a beautiful woman who didn’t have the courage to go through with the one-night stand she wanted so badly?”
Lifting her hand to my chest, she settles her palm over my chest. For a split second, something flashes across her face that looks dangerously close to panic.
Then sudden movement to my left draws my attention, and as I turn my head, Nina whimpers, “I’m so sorry.”
Seeing several men rushing toward us from the darkness at the end of the street, every muscle in my body goes on high alert. As I reach for my watch to press the panic button so Rosie, our hacker, will get the alarm, an electric shock hits my chest.
My eyes snap back to Nina, who has a fucking stun gun pressed to my arm. It’s not enough to drop me, and I jerk away from her.
When the first man reaches me, I catch his wrist before the fucker can swing at me. Twisting, I hear the pop of his elbow that’s quickly followed by a howl of pain, and I drive my fist into his face for good measure.
As he drops to the sidewalk, I’m aware of Nina scurrying away as another man charges at me. I lunge forward, slamming my shoulder into his chest before pulling my gun from behind my back. Stepping back, I train the barrel on him, and the shot cracks through the air.
This time, the men attack in a group. One grabs for my gun while the other swings a metal pipe toward my ribs. I step into the swing and slam my forehead into the first fucker’s nose, the crunch echoing between us as blood sprays from his nostrils. The pipe whistles past my side, and another shot goes off before I lose my weapon.
Fuck.
