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“All right. I’ll bite.” He takes a pull from his beer, finishing it, yet not asking for another. He shakes his head when the guy who doesn’t look old enough to be serving us places another bottle on the bar. “I’m done for the night. Gotta drive in a bit.” He pulls some bills out of his back pocket and stuffs them in the tip jar.
“You want to stick around here or go somewhere else?”
“Sorry, I don’t take rides from strangers.”
“It’s like that, huh?”
I shrug and stick a straw in my glass. “A girl has to consider all her options.”
“Oh yeah? And who is my competition?” He rubs his chin, appearing serious.
“The prospect,” I tease.
Prodigy cages me in, pressing my back against the bar between our two stools. I bite my lip as he extracts the tumbler from my hand, sitting it behind me. His gaze pierces mine and his mouth descends. Frustratingly, he stops short of kissing me. “Jimmy can take you out tomorrow. Tonight, beautiful, you’re all mine.” His voice deepens on the mine almost coming out like a primal growl that’s traveling straight to my pussy.
Immediately I’m wet at the insinuation that I’m his.
Opening my mouth to say something equally as hot, I don’t get the chance. My biker comes in hot and fast, claiming my lips with a fiery kiss. Warmth explodes in my belly as his tongue delves into my mouth and his hand grips my hip with pure possession.
I’m his all right.
Our tongues move in tandem, exploring and tasting. The combination of beer and liquor isn’t the best, but the man can kiss. God, does he know how to move those lips. Sliding his other hand along the base of my throat, he owns me in this intense moment.
My pulse pounds in my ears as the rock music playing in the bar fades into a dull buzz. I’m consumed by Prodigy and his dominating presence. The rough pad of his thumb strokes the column of my throat and it’s taking all my willpower not to wrap my legs around him in a room full of people who otherwise wouldn’t care. My brother, on the other hand, would if he got shit talked for my behavior.
Common sense grips me and I pull away first, even though my body is weeping in protest at the loss of our connection.
“Damn,” he states, his beer tainted breath fanning across my lips as his forehead presses to mine. “Should have done this months ago,” he says, more to himself.
The heat of someone else’s gaze prickles my awareness. I glance to my left, seeing the club girl from the bathroom glaring at us so hard she may as well be shooting lasers out of her eyes.
“Friend of yours?”
“Who?” He doesn’t take his eyes off me to even check out what I’m talking about and if I wasn’t sold on sleeping with this man before, he completely won me over with this simple act of letting me know that at least for tonight he means it when he says I’m all his. “There’s only one friend I care about right now, Zoe.”
My heart swells and does a double beat.
“Good answer.”
“You ready to get out of here?”
That old fear tries like hell to claw its way up my throat. Begs me to order Prodigy to go off with that whore because he’ll have a better time. That she can be what he needs. Except I’m tired of being that girl who always plays it safe and does what I think is the noble choice.
“Zoe?” Prodigy prompts. “You want to get out of here?”
I suck in a breath while mentally begging my anxiety to kick rocks.
Oh yeah. I was born ready. All my important bits are tingling as this man stares at me with such intensity I’d swear he wants to devour me on the spot. Nipples tight. Pulse drumming. Belly and below pure warmth. I’m so down to let him. “Your place or mine?” I hold on to the front loops of his jeans, pulling him in closer.
He grins and then kisses me again. “Mine. So you can’t kick me out of your bed.”
“What if you kick me out of yours?” I counter.
“Not a chance in hell, babe. Been waiting for this. Been waiting for you.”
Swoon. I’m a goner with that line. There’s no way I’m not taking a chance on him.
Maybe he’s playing me by doing and saying all the right things to get me into bed.
