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I shift closer to him and rest my arm along his shoulder, toying with the hair at the back of his neck. I drag my mouth along the scruff of his jaw, stopping when I reach his ear. “If you're trying to call my bluff, you're going to be left wanting, Nova. I took dance for ten years back home. This is nothing.”
His hands settle on my waist, the tips of his thumbs brushing against my ribs. “Well, get on up there, sweetheart. Make me eat my words, and then I'll eat your pretty pussy.”
“Promises, promises.” I smirk.
He hoists me up onto the bar, my breath trapped in my throat from the dirty picture he painted for me. I bet he even did it on purpose, that little sneak.
The music is loud, the speakers vibrating with some country song I've only heard a couple of times. I experience a moment of blinding panic, flashing white-hot across my vision.
This isn't me—dancing on top of bars, having more than two drinks, letting a guy whisper filthy words in my ear. But it's a fleeting thought, gone the second the two girls on either side of me link their arms with mine.
Maybe I hadn't done those things before, but that doesn't mean I couldn't have some fun now.
I laugh, the sound blending in with the music echoing off the walls, and fall in line with the dance the girls are doing. It's like a two-step hip-hop remix, and I pick up the steps easily. Shaking my hips, moving my arms, twirling the girl on my left around—I can't remember her name—our hair flying out behind us.
I feel lots of eyes on me, but I only care about his. I catch Nova's gaze and toss him a flirty little wink. His gaze darkens as he gives me a proper once-over as he takes a deep pull from his beer. Someone must have just handed that to him, because he didn't have a drink when he lifted me on here.
Whistles and catcalls pierce the silence the moment the song ends. I laugh, breathless and exhilarated. I feel light and almost giddy, like I can do anything right now.
I turn toward Nova and bend down until my ass hits my heels. I curl my hands around the edge of the bar, my lips tipping to a grin. I've surprised him, I know I have.
“Have you seen enough?” I tease, arching a brow.
His gaze is hot as it rakes over me. He sets his beer on the bar next to me and steps closer. From this angle, I'm a couple inches taller.
“I think I need a closer look,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
My smile broadens and I move closer, my lips reaching out to meet his in a moment of instinctual desire. His hands slide to my ribs the moment his lips meet mine.
Little sparks of pleasure shoot through me, and I moan softly into his mouth. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a heated tangle. I'm so focused on the way he feels, I barely realize he's pulling me off the bar.
My feet touch the ground, but he doesn't release me right away. One palm slides from my ribs, across my back, and into the hair at the nape of my neck.
His hand should feel domineering cupping the back of my neck like that, holding me exactly where he wants me.
But it doesn't .
It makes me feel bold, like he can handle anything I throw at him.
He breaks the kiss first, pulling back far enough to smile against my now-puffy lips. “You win, sweetheart. And I gotta say, I can't wait for you to collect.”
A laugh tumbles out of me. The sound joyful and carefree. That's exactly how Nova makes me feel.
I like to tease him that he's too charming for his own good, and I still stand by it. But his unending self-assuredness is just part of him. And there's nothing about him I don't find attractive.
Plus, the man kisses me with a passion I thought was reserved for romance books and that famous war's end kiss.
We haven't known each other long, but it doesn't feel like that. It feels like we could coast through life together so, so easily.
Nothing in my life has ever felt so effortless before. I could get addicted to him.
“Neither can I.” I push onto my tiptoes and plant a chaste kiss against his lips.
His hand settles right on the swell of my ass. It's a possessive move, a statement to everyone in here. Not that anyone has hit on me or anything like that. But I'd be lying if I didn't love the way it feels.
I lean in close and pitch my voice louder so he can hear me over the music. “I'm going to head to the bathroom quick.”
“I'll go with you.” His reply is instant.
