asked for the kiss, right? Besides, what were the chances of running into him again? They were eight hundred miles from New York. Running into him now was just pure, dumb luck and she knew if she were ever to get a taste of him, it had to be now.
He still looked exactly as she remembered him. A dark blue collared shirt brought out the blue in his eyes. Jeans and white sneakers made him look like a frat boy. The dimple in his cheek giving him the appearance of an innocent lamb but she had to wonder if looks weren't deceiving. He was a rock star after all. How innocent could he be?
She grinned while looking at his stunned face. He was staring down at her, his eyes glazed over. Dark hair fell over his forehead and the urge to reach up and push it away made her fingers itch. She resisted and lowered her arm, sliding her hand down his chest and resting it on his stomach.
"I hope you're not disappointed."
He blinked and looked at her as if he just noticed her standing there. He smiled and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Why would I be disappointed?"
Emboldened by his husky reply and way too many drinks, she said, “Because now that I've kissed you, I can't possibly let you have what the card offered as an alternative."
The words on the card came back to Christian in a rush, floating through his head in whispered promises ... Fuck me if I'm wrong, but don't you want to kiss me?
He grinned when she did. He didn't know whether to be excited she had wanted to kiss him or disappointed in the fact she may have actually been willing to sleep with him and now she wouldn't.
Looking at her though, he wasn't sure she still wasn't considering it. The look in her eyes nearly staggered him. It was hungry, almost predatory. Was this girl always so aggressive or was it the alcohol in the fruity drink he knew she'd consumed?
Just thinking about taking her to his bed and an onslaught of visions assaulted his mind. Images of her splayed across the sheets with her hair fanned out around her head caused his blood to rush south. His body tightened painfully a moment later when his dream apparition of her smiled at him and beckoned him to her with a crook of one finger.
She was still leaning against him, the heat from her body scorching his flesh and he wished she had refused the kiss.
He smiled at the thought and wondered if she'd come back to the hotel with him anyway. Ask her and find out.
He shifted on his feet and glanced around the bar. How many times had he been in this exact moment and lost all nerve? He wasn't Luke or Devin. He couldn't just flirt with a girl and get her into his bed. It didn't work that way for him. It never had for some reason. Looking back at Jessi though, he wondered if it would work with her.
She was staring at him with a look that said she might. He averted his gaze and his skin tightened, his stomach clenching almost painfully and the throbbing sensation in his cock caused him to shift uncomfortably. He knew without looking he was sporting a hard on and he was grateful the light was so dim.
How many times had he found himself in this very same situation? A pretty girl in his arms, her lips swollen delightfully from his kisses and a look of eager longing in her eyes?
He glanced at her lovely face and wondered, if just this once, he could take her and forget about her the next day. The instant he thought it, he knew. She would be a girl he couldn't forget. He hadn't so far.
She looked over his shoulder suddenly and pulled away from him, smiling to someone. He turned his head and gritted his teeth when he saw Mick walking toward them.
"This guy bothering you?” Mick asked.
"Define bother,” Jessi said, throwing a saucy smile at Christian. “He's trying to hit on me but his pick up line could use some work."
"He actually read the card?” Mick said, giving Christian a hard look.
"Yes, he read it."
Mick laughed. “Damn man, I didn't think you had it in you.” He turned to Jessi and tilted his
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