His eyes landed on my heels, and then darted up to mine in question. “Those should be illegal.”
“They’re just heels.”
“They’re fuck me heels. A man could get ideas when he sees a woman wearing those things.”
“Well, interestingly enough, I didn’t wear them for you.”
“I figured,” he nodded thanks to JR, taking his drink.
Surprisingly, he drank out of the tiny little straw instead of the side of the glass. “What are you doing?”
“What?” he asked, taking another sip. “Am I not doing this right?”
“You’re a man! You can’t drink out of the straw!”
“Everyone else does it. Why can’t I?”
“Because you look like a sissy. And you can’t sit there in that suit, with your muscles bulging and tattoos showing, and?—”
I cut myself off, worried I was about to say some very revealing things. Like how sexy I thought he looked.
“Well, the only tattoos showing are at my wrists. That’s hardly showing off my tattoos. If you want to get a look at those, I’d have to take off my shirt.”
Heat flooded my veins at the implication. We were verging on new territory from which we could never come back if we crossed that line. But part of me just didn’t care. He was gone, and then he came back. There had to be a reason for that.
“Well, taking off your shirt really shouldn’t be done in public. If you actually wanted me to see your tattoos, we’d definitely need someplace more private.”
His eyes darkened at my words. Oh, God. I was really doing this. My heart raced and my stomach flipped as I waited for his answer. Suddenly, it felt like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.
“Just say the word,” he growled, his jaw clenching as he waited for my answer.
“My place or yours?”
“Yours is closer.”
I slid off the stool, taking a final sip of my drink as I grabbed my purse. “You’ve got the drinks.”
He pulled out his wallet and tossed a twenty on the bar top. His hand slid around my back, venturing dangerously close tomy ass. My breath halted in my chest as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my neck.
“You’d better be really fucking sure about this,” he growled in my ear. Then his lips slid over mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth.
I groaned against him as his hand skimmed over my ass, gripping it hard. His length pressed against me, and there was no longer any question in my mind.
Delaney was going to get her answer about his shoe size.
16
RYDER
Her back hitthe door as I shoved the key in the lock, fumbling to get the damn thing open without removing my tongue from her mouth.
Fuck, she was so sexy, and I didn’t think for a single second when I walked in there tonight that I’d be going home with her, but then one innocent comment turned into an offer I just couldn’t turn down.
“Ryder!” she gasped against my lips, her fingers trailing down my chest until she gripped my cock in her hand.
Groaning, I finally got the damn lock open and grabbed her around the waist, picking her up as I stormed through the door and kicked it shut. I didn’t make it any further than the living room, only getting to the couch before I had to peel her clothes off.
But she had different ideas. Her fingers were already loosening the knot on my tie, and yanking it over my head.
