whispered, “You want to get
out of here?”
She rested her head against his shoulder and took a deep
breath then pulled back and looked him in the eye. Her eyes darkened with
arousal. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“Why not?”
Kat licked her bottom lip and he followed the path of her
tongue. God, he could just imagine her running that tongue up his shaft. His
jeans pulled tight against his cock as arousal shot through his body.
“Because I’m not some little groupie who is going to be all
cool with a night of fun and nothing else. I’m going to be living in your
family’s back pocket for the next six weeks. The last thing I need to do is
screw that all up by making things uncomfortable.”
“Who says things would get uncomfortable?” He trailed his
finger along the shell of her ear and her eyes drifted shut again. She was
incredibly sensual the way her body curled into his touch as if she couldn’t
get close enough. Would she be that responsive about everything? He sure as
hell wanted to find out.
“Come on, Justin, look at you.” She rolled her eyes. “You
are totally a love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy. Everything about you screams
temporary when it comes to women.”
“And?”
Kat snorted. “And…what do you mean and ? Doesn’t that
pretty much explain things?”
“I don’t know.” He let his stare roam across her face, and
down, lingering on her breasts. The damn things made his mouth water. There was
no way he wasn’t taking her home with him tonight. He looked back at her face.
“Seems to me you’re only here temporarily and I don’t really think I’m gonna
get my fill of you in one night so—”
“So?” She raised her eyebrow at him as if she needed it all
spelled out. He groaned. Typical woman, she wanted to talk things to death
first.
“So as temporary as it might be, what do you say we just
enjoy ourselves while you’re here?” He pulled her closer against him, allowing
her to feel his erection through his jeans.
She rubbed her hips against him and smiled.
“All right, let’s get out of here,” he said.
She looked around, her gaze lingering on a group of scantily
clad women on the edge of the dance floor. Her nose wrinkled and she shook her
head. “I don’t know. Let’s just not rush things, okay?”
He took a deep breath and widened his stance to ease his
discomfort. “No problem. But umm…if we aren’t heading out then—” He shifted
again. “I need to take a little break from dancing.” Before I split my jeans
open.
Kat giggled then slapped her hand over her mouth. “Sorry.”
She clamped her lips together tightly, her eyes twinkling as she tried to
contain her amusement. “Let’s go get a drink,” she told him, still smiling.
Placing his hand at the small of her back, he led Kat off
the dance floor and over toward the bar in the back corner. “What can I get
you?”
“Just a beer would be good.”
“Really? I’m sure they have coolers or something if you’d
prefer.”
Kat snorted. “No, beer’s good.”
“Sorry, I just totally offended you, didn’t I?”
“Little bit.” She laughed. “I work for a sports magazine,
Justin. You can’t work in that environment and not be a beer drinker.”
“Fair enough. I’ll be right back.”
Pushing his way through the crowd, he leaned his arms on the
bar to wait his turn. A hip bumped him, and he glanced over at the little
brunette beside him.
“Hi, Justin.”
Crap, what was her name again? “Hey.”
“It’s Lisa,” she said, pointing to her chest.
“Lisa, right. How’s it going?” He looked back at the
bartender, praying the man would come over soon.
“Much better now that I know you’re here.” She sidled up
closer to him and brushed her breasts against his arm.
Where the hell was the bartender?
“You had a great ride today.” Lisa leaned her body weight
into him and stumbled, forcing him to grab her hip to hold her upright.
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