He looks so…so…relaxed. It raises my ire exponentially.
I jab a finger at him. “You slapped me!”
“I did.” He utters the statement like it’s no big deal. He darts a gaze down my body. “I’ll probably slap you again sometime soon.”
I can only blink at his gall. “You are the most despicable man I’ve ever met,” I sputter.
He flashes me a smile. “Really, now? Well, Catarina, I’m honored.”
My hands curl into fists, and some logical part of my brain knows I’m being entirely unreasonable, but I cannot control myself. I deliver my next words like bullets. “Fuck. Off.”
He laughs. “You ready to get started?”
I breathe out, hard, trying to get ahold of my patience. “You know what I fantasize about? Murdering you.”
“Sure, you do.” He straightens and walks around the bar to stand in front of me. He dips low and whispers in my ear, making me shiver, “I’m sure when you lie in bed at night, that’s exactly what you’re fantasizing about.”
“I am.” My voice has lost some of its edge.
His hand slides over my hip and curves around to my ass, where he squeezes a little. “I thought you’d be happy.”
I square my shoulders, trying with all my might not to fall under his seductive spell. “Why would I be happy?”
His teeth scrape over my earlobe. “I made sure Gwen’s little sister knows she has no shot at me.”
He did. I’ll give him that. But that’s the problem. I shouldn’t want that. I shake my head. “You’re an arrogant bastard.”
He pulls me close. “Here I am being all nice, making sure you can let go of your jealousy, and this is the thanks I get?”
I push at his chest, but my fingers curve into his shirt. “I’m not jealous.”
“Uh-huh, sure you’re not.” His mouth brushes over mine, just the lightest of touches. A tease, really. “Want me to make good on that promise?”
I can’t hide my breathlessness now. “What promise?”
“To make you come.”
I swallow hard. God, I’d like nothing better, but I can’t admit it to save my soul.
He squeezes me tighter, moves to the shell of my ear. “I could bend you over the bar, pull down those jeans, and lick your pussy until you scream.”
My lashes flutter closed. I can picture it, his mouth moving over me. He’d be dirty while he did it, the way he does everything, driving me crazy.
His lips move, brushing the fine hairs and sending goose bumps over my skin. “All you need to do is say one little word.”
“What?” It’s as much as I can get out.
“Yes.” He pulls me close, and I can feel his erection against my stomach.
I rise to my tiptoes, hoping to encourage him lower, where his strength can do so much good.
Thank God he obliges.
He bends his knees, and the next thing I know he’s put me on a stool, pressing into me.
All my agitation is forgotten, replaced by lust. I grip his hips with my thighs.
He lifts me so I slide against him. “I’m making itsoeasy for you.”