“Thank you.” She dipped her head.
“Another time, then?” I asked, needing some guarantee I’d see her again.
I told myself it was because I didn’t like losing, but I sensed there was more to it than that.
“Perhaps.” She flashed me a wicked grin and spun away.
“Hold up.” I grabbed her wrist, my skin igniting from the touch.
Fuck, I had to have her if something as simple as touching her wrist got me this excited. I could only imagine how spectacular the sex would be. The words explosive and fucking amazing came to mind.
“Can I get your name? Your number?”
What am I doing?I sounded fucking pathetic, but something about this woman had me twisted in knots.
She spun to face me, one hand on her hip. “I’ll make you a deal.”
Oh, I like the sound of this.I was never one to turn down a dare or a bet, especially not when a beautiful woman was involved.
“If our paths cross a third time, and we’re both single, I’ll tell you my name.”
“And let me take you to dinner,” I blurted, surprising myself.
Her gaze darkened, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Dinner is nice, but that’s not what I’m looking for.”
“What are you looking for?” I asked, intrigued.
“Sex—no-strings-attached, hot-and-sweaty, fuck-me-till-I-can’t-remember-my-name sex.”
Hell. Yes.
I leaned in, unable to resist lowering my voice. “Nowthat, I can do.”
I twisted her hand so the inside of her wrist was bared to me. I kept my eyes focused on hers as I pressed my lips to the delicate skin there. Coconut filled my senses, and I knew I’d forever associate the smell with her. When she sucked in a sharp breath, I knew she was just as turned on as I was.
“And you’ve got yourself a deal,ma tigresse.” I grinned up at her.
She’d been stroking her neck with her free hand, but she stopped and her brows furrowed. “What did you call me?”
I’d intended to call herma petite souris,but she was more akin to a fierce tiger than a little mouse. She wasn’t the type of woman to cower or hide. She charged forward without reservations. Brazen, confident, regal.
Dangerous.
She slid her hand out of mine, though the feel of her lingered on my skin. I clenched my hand as if to hold on to that feeling, even as I watched her go. My palm throbbed, and for a moment, I could’ve been fooled that my heart resided there instead of in my chest.
“I guess you’ll have to hope we run into each other again so you can find out.” I smirked, pleased to have regained the upper hand.
I was excited about the prospect of sex with this woman, but that lingering feeling reminded me that I wanted more. Because I’d realized just how empty meaningless sex made me feel.
She turned but not without glancing back over her shoulder, her lips tilting upward. “I guess so.”
As I watched her walk away a second time, entranced by the seductive sway of her hips, I swore I wouldn’t let it happen again.
