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“Hit me.” She gives me an easy grin, drinking down the last bit of liquid in her glass and sliding it toward me, across the bar.
“You got it,” I respond through clenched teeth.
My dick has been hard since the moment she came into the bar hours ago. The light shining through the door casts an angelic glow around her entire body. Her curvy frame was on display for every man to see, her sun-kissed skin encased in a pair of tight blue jeans and a tight, white, almost-invisible shirt. I bite back a groan, dropping my hand beneath the bar and palming the bulge in my pants.
I told myself that I’d take things slowly, but Marissa is making it almost impossible to think of anything besides what her skin tastes like. Hell, I can’t go more than a few minutes without thinking of her or finding something that reminds me of her. She’s like a drug, and I’m her willing addict. The color of the leaves on the flowers filling my mother’s garden reminds me of her eyes. The rich, dark color of the beer sitting in the glass on the bar reminds me of her hair. I’ve never been the type of person who enjoys sweets, but I’ve eaten more strawberries in the last few weeks than I have in my entire life, attempting to remember the taste of her skin on my lips. And now here she is, sitting at my bar.
“Can I get that drink?” Her breath hitches as our gazes meet again, and her eyes sparkle with the same need that’s burning like fire in my veins.
Fuck. I give my cock one final squeeze before pouring her another shot of tequila and filling a glass of water, placing it on the bar in front of her. “You should really start drinking water, too. We don’t want you getting dehydrated,” I mumble before sending up a silent prayer that I don’t blow my load right here as she places her lips on the edge of the glass. Marissa never once breaks eye contact as she drinks the liquid down and flashes me a sultry smile.
“That’s a good idea, Finn,” she practically purrs before grabbing her shot and tossing it back. “But I have to prefer tequila.” My eyes focus on her lips as her tongue runs slowly across them before she winks in my direction.
“No more tequila until you drink some water,” I command, refilling her glass and pouring her another shot. “Don’t let anyone catch you with this. I’d never serve it this way to anyone else.”
“What? A glass of water?” She leans down slowly, wrapping her lips around the edge of the glass and taking another long sip.
“No. With a shot of tequila as a chaser.”
“I promise I won’t tell. It’ll be our little secret.”
Is she flirting with me?
I chuckle softly as her eyes snap up to mine as she takes another long pull from her water glass before grabbing the shot and tossing it back. A delicious shade of pink runs down her neck, disappearing into the top of her shirt and leaving me to wonder how far the color goes. I lean forward, taking a few strands of my hair between my fingers. Her breathing picks up as I bring them toward my nose and inhale deeply.
“You smell delicious,” I groan softly, rubbing the hair between my fingers.
“Can I get whatever dark beer you have on tap?” Someone smacks the bar loudly, breaking me from my trance.
“No problem,” I grumble before releasing her hair and turning to fill the customer’s order.
I turn my attention to pouring a good beer, trying to focus on anything other than what almost happened. Moments like these have to mean something, right? Something about tonight is different, and I can’t place it. I haven’t been able to get her to give me the time of day since I took her to lunch weeks ago. I figured it was nerves about letting someone close, but if that was the case, she wouldn’t be here. Couple that with the information about Campbell being back in town, and I have a feeling she’s here to forget. She wants to forget all about what happened in the past with Campbell, about him being back in town, and she plans on using me to do it.
It’s times like these, when it’s just the two of us, that I know in my heart there’s something between us. As if she woke up this morning and knew that I was her soulmate. The time we wasted on other people was worth it because it led to the two of us finally finding each other.
When the hell did I grow a vagina?That won’t happen. This is real life, and I’m not a chick flick in the making. Life doesn’t work like that. Marissa is locked up tighter than Alcatraz. It’s going to take more than some innocent flirting to convince her that we belong together. But the question is, how do I break down those walls? I’ve tried giving her space. I’ve tried letting her know how I feel about her, but nothing is working.
But the way she looks at me tells me that there’s a chance this will turn into something more. I just need to plant the seed in her mind and hope that one day I’ll mean as much to Marissa as she does to me. That I’ll be her everything.
“How fucking long does it take to pour a beer?” the customer growls from behind me as I slam the glass on the bar forcefully, making the liquid slosh on the bar top and over both our hands.
“Here you go, sir,” I say with my best customer-service smile plastered on my face. “Do you want to start a tab or cash out now?”
“Tab. I seem to have found a reason to hang out a little longer than planned,” he growls, his attention completely focused on Marissa’s shirt as he holds his credit card out toward me.
“If you’re looking for some company, my friends and I are more than willing to oblige.”
My fists ball at my sides as I fight to maintain control. Not only will I lose a customer when I break his nose for speaking to Marissa like that, but she’ll hand me my ass if I step in. Marissa is more than capable of taking care of herself. She’s always has been able to. Not to mention, if things got out of control here, I’d be calling her, not the other way around. She’d kick my ass and then call Colt on herself.
“No, thank you.” She plasters on a fake smile as she turns toward him.
“Move along,” I growl, grabbing the card from the guy’s hand before swiping it quickly through the machine and handing it back to him.
Thankfully, the guy doesn’t cause any trouble and leaves.
“What would I have done if you weren’t here?” Marissa asks as I will my eyes to bore holes into the back of the guy’s head as he moves toward a table full of other guys like him, more than likely some tool bags from out of town.
“Knocked his ass out.” I chuckle, raising my eyebrow and daring her to contradict me.
