“You fainted,” I rasp, trying to force air back in my lungs and definitely not looking at the long tan leg that’s showing.
“Oh my goodness,” she whispers.
Blonde bombshell raises her head enough to peek around. “Where am I?”
I don’t tell her that she’s now on my radar. Or that she’s now living rent free in my head with those hot panties.
“Riverside Park,” I say instead, hooking my thumb over my shoulder. “The river’s that way. But you’ll have to wade through about ten thousand third graders to get there...”
Jesus fucking Christ. I’m rambling.
Fainting beauty blinks her green eyes and… oh no.
That smile.
“Thanks for the warning,” she says sweetly with a blush the color of roses on her cheeks. “I’m so sorry I fainted.”
The camera clicking infiltrates my lusty fog. “Can you lay off with that shit?”
The girl laughs at me snarling at the photographer and the heat that slams into my crotch makes me step back from the table.
Oh shit. I’m getting sprung.
Then I forget the problem when the woman tries to sit up. Leaping toward me, I grumble, “Here, let me help you.”
Who the fuck am I right now?
She accepts my hand and I rest my other palm under the thick mane of hair at the base of her neck.
Her body wobbles a little so I steady her with more pressure.
Oh fuck she’s warm and soft and that hair… Ineedto fist it.
“Whew, much better.” She exhales shakily, not meeting my gaze. “I’m sorry I ruined everything…”
Her words trail off as her shoulders sag.
I grab her chin with fingers that don’t belong anywhere near this gentle creature. Murdering fingers covered in skull and bone tattoos.
I force her to look up—way up—at me. “You didn’t ruin shit.”
She blinks with surprise.
“You’re not upset I messed up the photos?”
I shake my head. “I’m just glad the beer didn’t explode.”
For a second she puzzles over that then she laughs. “Gee. Aren’t you Mister Glass-Half-Full.”
I chuckle despite my usual foul attitude and realize I’m still holding her face and that damned camera is still firing like a machinegun.
We share a moment anyway.
Fuck.Listen to me.
She looks up at me. I look down at her. My dick does its thing. Getting longer by the second.
“What’s your name?” she asks a little breathless.
