Well, I couldn’t argue with that. “I’ll drink to that.” Tapping the rim of my bottle to his, I took a sip. “Cheers.”
For several long moments, I could feel Havoc’s eyes studying me. “Cheers, Darcie Summers.” He paused, and then, with a flick of his wrist, he summoned the bartender again. “Tequila.”
“No, it’s fine….” I could not drink tequila with this hot ass man, with his sexy accent and come to bed eyes. Bad decisions would happen.
Very, very bad decisions.
“The bottle and two glasses.” He ignored me totally. “Live a little Darcie Summers. I’m buying, and you look like you need something stronger than a beer.”
Yeah, I couldn’t really argue with that either, but he was a stranger in a strange town in a strange country. Getting wasted with him would be the epitome of foolishness.
And yet…
“I’m not really a big spirit drinker,” I said. And Havoc laughed. His dark hair falling into his baby blues. He pushed the small glass towards me. “Don’t worry, Darcie, I’ll teach you.”
I watched as he downed the shot in one go. “Your turn.” He guided the shot glass to my lips.
I spluttered as the liquid seared a fiery trail down my throat, and his chuckles turned into full-blown laughter.
“That is disgusting.”
“You’re just not used to it. Here, try it like this. It might be easier for you.” He tipped the salt shaker onto the length of his thumb. I couldn’t help the blank look.
”Lick.” He held his thumb up to my lips. And I shot him a look before letting my tongue swipe at the line of salt. ”Drink.” Again the glass was put in my hand. And this time I didn’t hesitate and I didn’t look away from him.
”Suck.” Rough fingers pressed the lemon wedge between my half parted lips. His eyes dropped to them as I sucked the sour fruit into my mouth.
He was right; it was much better that way. “Anyone would think you are trying to get me drunk, Mr Havoc,” I said with a giggle. Already I could feel the spreading warmth in the pit of my stomach.
“Just Havoc.” He said again, but his eyes didn’t leave my mouth. “And I think I might have to get you drunk now just so I can watch you suck a lemon slice like you just did.” His voice was teasing, but it made something inside me clench hard.
And I knew right there and then I was in trouble.
***
”Enough.” I pushed the glass he was holding away from my mouth with a giggle. “No more.” God, I couldn’t stomach any more, not and keep my wits about me.
Five shots down, and I was already tipsy. Ok, maybe not drunk as such, but I was definitely feeling it.
“Wanna go back to the beer for a while?” He asked as I leant against him, giggling. And his arm went around my waist so smoothly I didn’t even realise it had happened until he pulled me against his side.
My giggle died on my lips as I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.
Yep, I knew this was a bad idea. He was far too close, and I wasn’t thinking straight. Whether it was from the shots or from having a man like him pay me attention, I didn’t know, but one thing was certain. I needed to be on my guard now.
“Darcie?” His fingers traced a line down my cheek, drawing my attention back to him with a snap. “Beer?”
“Yes,” I whispered, and my voice broke. So I had to clear my throat and start again. “Yes, Beer would be great, thank you.” I finally managed.
“No need to thank me.” His fingers dipped lower, curling around the back of my neck under my ponytail. Back and forth, his fingers swirled. “No need at all.” Havoc’s breath washed over me. Tequila and cinnamon and something smokier underneath.
Manly and intoxicating.
“Havoc.” I started to say, but his lips sliding over mine silenced me. The hand on the back of my neck kept my face exactly where he wanted it. And if I was honest, I wasn’t sure I would move away even if I could.
Again and again, his mouth brushed over mine, but it was only when I felt the hot wetness of his tongue against my bottom lip, and he pulled me a little bit more into the hardness of his body that I finally pulled away. My fingers to my lips. “I can’t… we can’t… I mean, I want to, but….”
His eyes flicked to the ring on my finger. But his arm didn’t move from around my waist. “You’re engaged?”
