Page 15 of Riot

Not just that, I can tell by the weight of his heated eyes and how his body responds to me.

He’s into you. Deal with it.

Handing me my glass, he holds his toward me. “A toast.”

I smile. “To the birthday boy?”

“To the most beautiful woman in the room.”

I smile. “You’re making me blush.”And my heart rate accelerate.

His voice dips again. “I love my present.”

We clink glasses. “I hope you get some use out of it. If you’re a good boy tonight,Myles,I might give you another present later.”

He coughs on his intake of beer, and I instantly feel bad, setting my glass down on the bar after taking half a sip.

“I’m sorry.” I pat his back as he coughs.

He side-eyes me, smirking. “I just didn’t expect that from your pretty mouth.”

“Me saying Myles, or the present part?”

“Both.”

I walk two fingers up his chest, and his eyes immediately fall to where I touch him. “I didn’t expectKitten.”Okay it’s delayed, but I want him to know I like it.

A slow smile spreads across his face. “Do you like it?”

“Only when you say it.”

He takes another pull of his beer, his eyes never leaving mine. “Kitten suits you. Kittens are sweet. Lovable. Soft and you wanna play with them.”

He. Did. Not.

“I think you’re suggesting some innuendo there,Birthday Boy.”

“When you put your hands on me willingly, that was all the innuendo I needed, babe.”

His words are like flames against my skin, searing me with every single scorching touch. I need him like I need air.

I grasp the stem of the glass in my palm, needing something to hold onto other than him.

Okay, I’m pretty sure I’m going to have sex with this man tonight…

“It kinda helps when you look good enough to eat,” I throw back at him.

His eyes darken, then he leans to my ear. “You talk about eatin’ me,Kitten,and I’m gonna have to do somethin’ about that right here in the middle of the bar.”

Oh, his words. Imagining him doing things to me in a darkened corner makes me feel lightheaded. My body demands that I do something about it.

I bite my lip, my nipples almost painful. My body is aching for him. The pull in my lower stomach is something I’ve only ever dreamed about. As well as the throbbing between my legs for a man who I know is going to be good in bed. He probably knows all the right moves and would make my head spin, and even though I want him physically, it’s only because I’ve connected with him emotionally. That’s the danger in what we’re talking about doing.

I know I feel things for him that are beyond just physical attraction.

“Maybe you should.”

He cocks a brow. “Are you an exhibitionist?”

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