Jet smiled and leaned back in his chair, pleased.
I was flirting with the man with the chin, and I found it exceptionally satisfying.
What he said about the time hit me, and I wrinkled my brow. “I live on the other side of town, though. An hour isn’t long enough to offer my place.”
Jet’s smile turned more wicked. “I live across town, too. Good thing I know a spot.”
“A spot?”
He threw back more of his drink with a sharp toss. “You’re sexy, Peyton. You look strong, smart. Just a little nervous, but not too shy. I like that.”
I realized I was gripping my glass and relaxed before it shattered in my hand. The compliments were nice, but him picking up on my nerves threw me. Now we both knew that he had the upper hand.
I strangely enjoyed the feeling, but at the same time, I wanted to wrestle him back down to my level.
I gave Jet half a smile, then went for it. “And you’re a little cocky, aren’t you?”
He dragged his finger across the rim of his glass. “Only because you love it.”
A chuckle burst out of me, louder than I intended. This man was relentless.
And there was nothing boring about what we were doing.
“I don’t hate it,” I confessed.
Jet clinked his glass against mine, and when he finished his drink, I did the same, choking back the bourbon. He stood, and I startled to remember that there was a whole bar full of people around us, all wrapped up in their own conversations. We’d so fully disappeared into our world, I’d just about forgotten.
Did people always agree to hook up this quickly? We’d barely talked, but I guessed that was part of the excitement.
Jet took my hand and stood. My erection pulsed, proving I wasn’t going to lack a sex drive tonight, at least. Then he turned and led me through the crowd, toward the back of the bar. A few glances caught on us on the way, people probably wondering what a man like Jet was doing walking me out of this bar.
He could have had anyone in the damn place with that smile.
We walked through the swinging doors in the rear, past the bathrooms, and rounded a corner. There was a back exit that Jet breezed through, finally releasing my hand, and I followed him out into the warm evening. It was fully spring, warm enough to leave the house without a jacket, and the parking lot behind the bar was dark, caught between a parking structure and a tall, brick building.
Jet pushed his hands up against my chest, pawing at me. “Peyton,” he growled in my ear. “Let me smell you.”
Smell me?
I stood there, pressed to the back of the bar, while Jet dragged his face along my beard and then my neck, sniffing at my collar. His breath was husky as he huffed me in, and fuck if I didn’t like that.
I liked that he wanted to smell me. Fucking weird.
My hand landed on the back of his head, and he pressed his muscular body close to mine. “Jet,” I groaned. I felt thunder beneath my skin as my cock throbbed, hard, and he jutted his hips and his erection against me. “Fuck, Jet.”
The hard pressure surprised me, how good it felt and how much I wanted to grab it.
We needed to get to that place he had, quick. It wasn’t very often I felt this turned on, and I wanted to grab the moment and use it.
“Come here,” he gasped, then grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me to the side. We stumbled back, into the alley between the bar and the towering brick building, and shadows blanketed over us.
Jet slammed his lips against mine. This was only my second time kissing a man, but it wasn’t the stubble that burned against my lips that struck me, or the powerful grip of his hands on my shoulders as he posed me like he wanted me.
It was that fucking tongue stud. It clicked against my teeth and flicked my lips, and the sensation of it struck me to the core. I kept kissing him, desperate and horny, overwhelmed with how much I needed more as we stumbled deeper into the alley.
“The spot,” I gasped into his mouth. “Let’s go.”
Jet chuckled. He dragged his fingers along the side of my face and stared me in the eye. “Peyton, babe, that spot is right here.”
