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Allie moaned, the tug on her scalp tingling all the way to her toes. He kissed her with open carnality, drawing her gasp as he commanded her mouth with hard pressure and skilled mastery. It was a kiss unlike anything she had experienced before, her body’s instant reaction a fiery explosion of acceptance and greed for more. If he’d meant this to deter her from her flirtations then it was doomed for failure. By the time he released her mouth, her lips throbbed and her whole body ached with a need so strong, her knees would have buckled if he hadn’t been holding her up. Instead of putting her off, months of building obsession made her want more, had her craving it all with him and only him. She didn’t know what it was about Brett that had snared her from the moment she’d heard his voice and seen his face on that television interview that stirred her reckless behavior, but the new sensations he’d brought to life begged for an explanation. She’d imbibed enough alcohol to keep pressing her suit.
Brett released her, a rueful look crossing his face as he stepped back with a shake of his head. “Behave, Allie, and make sure someone who hasn’t been drinking drives you home.”
Allie watched him walk away, anger replacing lust. Damn it, she wasn’t a child to be scolded by him, but she also wasn’t one to give up easily when she wanted something, or someone, bad enough. And, for some unknown reason, she’d set her cap for Brett Kincaid.
Chapter Two
“Well?”
“Well, what?” Allie answered Celia as she sat down.
“Don’t be obtuse,” Penny chided, sliding Allie her drink. “Is Brett Kincaid as hot up close and personal as he is from a distance?”
“No, hotter.”And a brick wall against my advances, damn it.She had her work cut out for her if she wanted to continue to pursue the dream fantasy of getting much closer to Brett. After swaying against his six-foot-plus, rock-hard body resulted in her now suffering with wearing damp panties, there was no doubt in her mind she wouldn’t cede the battle just yet. “God, that man is built.”
Laura sighed. “Oh, you are so cruel.”
“You struck out. That has to be a first, at least that I’ve witnessed.” Celia downed the last of her beer then said, “I suppose you want us to stay away until you’re done with him.”
“Damn straight, and that might take a while seeing as he’s making me work for whatever I can get.”
Allie flicked a glance toward Brett where he’d resumed his seat with friends. Her nipples peaked as she recalled his snug hold of her hand and the steely band of his other arm locked around her hips. He’d done nothing to avoid the press of her pelvis against his, and she liked that as much as the bulge of his semi-erection. Too bad he hadn’t followed through instead of ending the dance. She wasn’t one to go where she wasn’t wanted, but the amusement in his green eyes that told her he didn’t take her seriously got to her, made her want to prove him wrong. She was very serious about appeasing her lust with the man.
“But,” she addressed her friends, setting down her drink, “just because he’s being a fuddy-duddy doesn’t mean I can’t still have fun. Ten bucks says I can stay on the mechanical bull longer than anyone else tonight thus far.”
“You’re on, girlfriend.” Penny produced a ten and laid it on top of Allie’s in the middle of the table.
“You may as well kiss it goodbye,” Laura drawled. “Allie doesn’t bet unless she knows she’ll win.”
“Yeah, I know, but she needs a little pick-me-up after that letdown.”
Letdown my ass.Allie waded through the crowd, walking as close to Brett’s table as she could on her way to the mechanical bull. She caught his gaze and finger-waved without pausing then flirted with the man who asked her to dance. He accepted the rain check she asked for after she took Penny’s money riding the bull, falling in with her plans to show Brett Kincaid his rebuff hadn’t fazed her in the slightest.
Fifteen minutes later, Allie went tumbling off the rolling vault with a squeal of laughter, her head spinning from the adrenaline rush. The attendant was there to assist her as she got to her feet and shoved her hair out of her face. Out of breath, she huffed as she stood and beamed at him. “That was a blast!” she exclaimed, her blood still pumping fast from the exhilaration of trying to maintain her seat as the machine did its best to topple her off. Her thighs quivered from gripping the sides, and her right hand and arm ached from holding onto the grip with such a fierce grasp for almost eight minutes.
“You beat the last record by twenty-two seconds.” He held up a palm to high-five her. “Congratulations. You have a free drink coming.”
