He didn’t respond as he released me and went to the blender. He dumped in the ingredients—including my fuck-me-up amount of rum—before pouring the piña colada into the glass. After adding fruit on a dagger and three paper umbrellas, he set the drink out of reach.
So close.
Yet so far.
He returned to me, pushing in close so I could feel the physical evidence of his arousal that matched the blatant lust in his blue-green eyes. “What I want is the same thing I’ve wanted since the first time I saw you.”
“Which is?” I breathed.
“To plant your ass on my bar, bury my head between your soft thighs, and not come up until your juices are coating my face and your taste is tattooed on my tongue.”
“But health codes,” I tried feebly.
“Are meant to be broken.”
“That’s rules.”
“Either way.” He lifted me onto the bar and started undoing my pants while he kissed me with desperation. With love. With desire. With pride.
With everything.
And I gave just as good as I got, putting my everything into the kiss as I shimmied and adjusted so he could pull the bundled denim off.
He reached over to the side and grabbed my glass, handing it over.
I took a sip.
Heaven.
Totally worth the wait.
And I’m not just talking about the beverage.
“Drink up, hellcat. You’re gonna need the hydration.” That was the only warning I got before he dipped to eat me with the same frantic desperation.
No longer thirsty—at least not that kind—I set the glass down so I could grip his hair and hold him to me.
Something thunked, and it took me a second to realize he’d kicked the bar.
“Watch your old man knees,” I teased.
He turned his head to bite my thigh. “You’re gonna pay for that.”
“Add it to my tab, barman.”
EPILOGUE
LUNA
Three Weeks Later
“You sure you don’t wantto change your mind?” I tried.
Rhys looked up from where he was grabbing the goods from the saddlebag. The long drive out to Worcester was infinitely better on the back of a motorcycle. So much so, I would rather we kept going.
Solely because it was fun and exciting being plastered to him and not at all because I was a coward filled with dread.
Okay. Fifty-fifty.
