I laugh. “You always this quick?”
“Well, you did call me Shotgun.”
“Click, click, and you’re done, huh?”
He leans in. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Actually, I would, but I’m having too much fun to cut this short.
“So if you won’t tell me your name, how about where you’re from?” I say.
His lids flicker. “You tell me where you’re from.”
“No names, no placesit is.” I tilt my head, giving him a sweet little smile. “You call me whatever you like,and I’ll call you cowboy.”
He taps the counter and catches the second beer the bartender slides across. His unoccupied hand goes from my fringe back to my inner thigh.
It singes like fire on my delicate skin.
“Can I get you another drink,” he asks.
“I’ve got a half bottle,” I say. “You’ve got that long to convince me to go to bed with you.”
“Baby, you’re already convinced.”
I give him a look. “Oh, really?”
His throat bobs, pale eyes fixed behind me. His finger is moving in a little circle. “I think you might be dripping down your thigh.”
My eyes widen, realizing his touch is wet. Mortification sweeps through me, but I keep my face perfectly still. Why should I be ashamed for wanting him? I’m single, and I can do what I want. I clear my throat. He glances at me, a glitter of triumph in his eyes.
“Who’s going off early now?” he says.
“If you think that’s going off, I’m about to be disappointed.”
His throat bobs again. There’s a red flush between his collarbones. When he leans in, his voice drops until it’s just a rasp.
“Let me take you home,” he says.
I keep my eyes over his shoulder. His hot breath on my ear is making this worse. His hand inches up.
“Don’t you touch me with those dirty hands,” I say.
“I won’t,” he says. “Just your panties.”
My spine tingles. Heat flushes through my hips, centering where his finger just grazed the wet fabric. The room is full, everyone occupied at the ring. Nobody sees him put his hand up my skirt, and there’s something thrilling about how boldly he does it out in the open.
His middle finger touches my clit through my panties. My thighs shiver, but I keep perfectly still.
“Think I found the trigger,” he murmurs. “Safety on or off?”
“Off,” I breathe.
He’s touching me, back and forth, and my body is responding like it never has before. My breaststingle, nipples hard. There’s a raw ache inside me, and it makes me painfully aware of how much I want the emptiness between my thighs filled.
Up…down.
Oh God, I might come on his hand right here. That blows my mind,because I’ve never finished with anyone before. Tonight is full of surprises.
