She looked down. “What?”
“That color should be illegal.”
“It matches the drink.”
“I’m going to die here.”
“Not before I get what I want.”
I laughed into the kiss and reached behind her for the clasp.
She caught my wrist. “Ask.”
The word hit me right in the ribs.
I stilled. “Can I take it off?”
“Yes.”
The clasp gave under my fingers. I slid the straps down her arms and bent to her breast.
Nella’s head tipped back.
The neon shark glowed behind her. The bar lights painted her skin gold and blue. Her fingers tightened in my hair when I drew her nipple into my mouth, then scraped my teeth lightly enough to make her hips jerk.
“Nico.”
I lifted my head. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare. I want more.”
My control frayed in one sharp pull.
I kissed down her chest, over her ribs, along the soft curve of her stomach. She leaned back on one hand and used the other to grip my shoulder while I worked the button of her black shorts open.
“Don’t rip those,” she said.
“I’ve been warned.”
“I mean it. These are practical.”
“You’re sitting half-naked on your bar after defeating a predatory lender. Practical left ten minutes ago.”
“It’s still in the building.”
I smiled against her hip and pulled the shorts down carefully.
Her panties matched the bra.
I closed my eyes.
Nella laughed, low and pleased. “Having a moment?”
“Several.”
“Survive them.”
“I’m trying.”
