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My mouth stays open. “How did you do that?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Order drinks?”
“How did you get her attention like that? Are you a regular or something?”
“No. Bartenders just know where their biggest tip lies. And that’s with me.”
I nod although I’m not sure if that’s completely it. He definitely has the sex-appeal thing going for him. And the intense almost lust-filled look he gives would make any woman say yes immediately.
I find myself wondering what it would be like if he asked me to go home with him tonight. How different would it be from Brent? I shake my head, getting that thought out of my head. I can’t have sex with this man—not that he is asking me anyway.
The bartender places our drinks in front of us. I immediately grab the glass and bring it to my lips to taste the sweet, smooth liquid again. I moan quietly as the liquid pours down my throat. The taste is magical. I’ve never had anything like it.
“My father.”
His eyes find mine, but he doesn’t say a word.
“My father taught me how to play blackjack.”
He nods.
“He taught me how to count cards.” My cheeks flush slightly from admitting that to him.
I think I see a hint of a smile forming, but I don’t know how to keep that smile on his lips. I don’t know how to flirt and show him that I need a distraction.
“He’s dead,” I blurt out. Then, I wait. I wait for the, I’m sorry. I wait for the, Is there anything I can do for you? I wait for the, How are you doing?
This is what I get instead, “Let’s get out of here.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“We are leaving.” Killian stands from the bar and begins walking in the direction of the hotel rooms.
I laugh. He’s got to be kidding.
When I glance at him, I realize he’s not. His face is stoic as he waits just a couple feet from me to follow him.
“What?”
“This isn’t what you need.”
I laugh again before I glance back up at his eyes. “How do you know what I need?”
He walks to me until his body just grazes mine. His eyes stay on mine as his hand tucks my hair behind my ear. His hand doesn’t stop there though. It trails down my neck as he pushes my hair back until he is gently holding the nape of my neck. My breath catches. Shivers form all over my body. An ache for more forms in my belly, but I don’t let my need show. A complete stranger can’t turn me on this much. It took Brent most of the night to get me this filled with lust. How has this stranger done it with barely a touch?
I watch as he bends down. For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t. Instead, his lips move inches away from my neck so that I can feel his hot breath there. I can’t move. I can’t breathe.
“Your body tells me. Your eyes are begging me to kiss you,” he whispers into my ear. His deep voice causes fluid to soak my panties. “You’re wet.”
I suck in a breath, proving him right.
“You want me to take you to my hotel room down the strip and fuck you until you scream.” He moves away from my neck. “That’s what you need.”
He cocks his head and grins for the first time. It’s a beautiful sight, and it’s a side of him I doubt he displays often.
I nod, and he smiles brighter.
“Come,” he says, holding his hand out to me.
