Ariel
Ihadno idea how it happened, but Rhett Hennessy was kissing me.Again.
The heat from the alcohol buzzing through my veins blended with the adrenaline dumping into my system from sparring with him.The result?Enough combustion to create aninferno.
I moaned against his lips as he buried his hand in my hair and tugged my head to the side for better access.The kiss morphed from a maneuver to an obsession in a flash.All day, I’d told myself it wasn’t as good as I remembered.I’d built it up in my head.I might be suffering from some exoticdisease.
But no.I was wrong.It wasbetter.
Without thinking, I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip, wanting to get closer, to feel more, as his tongue divedinside.
Oh sweet Jesus, he tastes even better too.Spearmint and spice this time, mixed with the bourbon I’d beendrinking.
Rhett reached down and cupped my ass—under my skirt—and I melted, drenching mypanties.
Even on my boldest day, I wasn’t an exhibitionist, but in that moment, I wouldn’t have cared if he’d boosted me up onto the pool table and taken me in front of the whole bar.Actually, it didn’t sound like the worst idea I’deverhad.
But Rhett came to his senses and tore his mouth away.His hand squeezed reflexively, and my hips bucked against himagain.
“We’re leaving.”He growled the words, and I hoped the promise they carried was really there and not a figment of my drunkenimagination.
“You should probably kiss me again first.”I leaned up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his, and his growl vibrated throughmybody.
Within seconds, I found myself flying through the air and upside down, landing over hisshoulder.
“Hey—” My surprised screech filled the air, and everyone in the bar startedshouting.
“That’s the way tohandleher!”
“Nicemove!”
Men.Screwthemall.
When I struggled against Rhett’s hold, a heavy palm landed on my assto hold me in place.My cheek stung where itlanded.
Oh my God.Did he just spank me?As quickly as that question flew through my head, it was immediately followed by another.And why do I like that ideasomuch?
While I was trying to come up with answers to both those questions, Rhett carried me out of Molly’s to the sound of the patrons cheeringhimon.
I was too stunned by what had happened to protest—or to flipthemoff.
Rhett setme on the sidewalk on my heels, grasping my shoulders to steady me.“Youready?”
I crossed my arms, trying to block out the fact that my panties were soaked, and summoned up the proper level of indignation.“Are you seriously asking me that question right now?Shouldn’t that have been the question you asked before you threw me over your shoulder like a caveman and decided to carry me out ofthebar?”
One corner of his mouth quirked upward, and there was zero remorse in his expression.“I think youlikedit.”
“I most certainly did not!”The denial was instant, and the other corner of Rhett’s mouth lifted as hegrinned.
“Eyebrow’s twitching.”He grabbed me by the hand and hauled meagainsthim.
I opened my mouth to sputter something.Anything.But Rhett wasquicker.
“Good thing, because Isuredid.”
He covered my lips with his, tasting me like a starving man, his hands roaming over every inch of mycurves.
“Ms.Sampson, are you okay?”Carver’s voice came out of the darkness in an unwelcomeinterruption.