Page 14 of Clashing
The night wore on, and I lost all semblance of self-control. Every time she bent over to clean something, I’d get a nice view. I wanted her. Bad. It didn’t help that our sarcastic banter tightened the already limited space in my jeans. I liked she had a mouth and kept up with me.
Much to her chagrin, I stayed until closing. She complained while she cleaned, sending me to a corner so she could finish tidying the bar. Around three in the morning, she finally finished. She approached my table with a glass of what I guessed was whiskey and sat.
“You’re well beyond your promised hours of babysitting,” she muttered, wincing as she removed her heels and pressed her fingers into the arch of her foot.
“You trying to kick me out?” I caught her ankle.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked, pulling away.
“Relax.” I rested her foot on my knee and pressed my fingers into the sole. She sighed and threw her head back. Fuck. I could get used to seeing that. “You shouldn’t have worn those heels all night.”
She flipped me off. “I was trying to get good tips, and it worked, thank you very much.”
“Bet the tips would’ve been higher if you just took your top off. You’re halfway to a stripper as it is.”
She yanked her foot out of my grasp, eyes flashing in anger. “Who are you?” she snapped. “My parent?”
“No, sugar. Definitely not that.” I chuckled, grabbing her other foot. “I guarantee I haven’t felt fatherly toward you for one moment.”
“Then what do you feel toward me?”
My eyes dropped to her perfect body, then flashed up to her stunning face. She noticed the look, if her rising blush had anything to say about it.
“What do you feel toward me?” I released her foot. “I wasn’t the only one checking you out all night, but I’m the only one getting a blush.”
Scarlett inhaled sharply and darted her eyes away. “I asked first. You act weird around me. Different than you do around Tammy. What do you want from me?”
“Don’t you already know?” I raised my eyebrows. “I want the same thing you want.”
“And what’s that?”
“To fuck you.”
Her mouth fell open, the stain on her cheeks darkening by the second. She smoothed her hand over her ponytail and crossed her legs, avoiding my eyes.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want it.” I reclined in my seat. “You’ve been staring at me too.”
Her slow appraisal of my body had me sitting up like I was a goddamn show pony posing. When her eyes returned to mine, she straightened her spine. “Dan would kill us both.”
She was right.I should back off right now before I make it worse.Butfuck, those lips. I wanted to kiss them.
“Danny doesn’t need to know.” I gripped her knee. Her skin was soft and warm against my palm. I could only imagine how the rest of her felt.
She clasped her hands in her lap. “How do I know you’re worth the effort?”
Oh,that’show she wanted to play it? I narrowed my eyes at her and rose from my chair. I gripped her hips and hauled her to her feet, then dipped my head to her ear. “Trust me, Scarlett,” I whispered. “I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll miss my cock when it’s not in you.” I traced her flittering pulse with my fingertip. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? I bet you’re wet already just thinking about it.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her soft hands curling around my biceps. That touch ignited flames under my skin. I pulled her flush against me to revel in the burn. She shivered when I kissed her neck, body already molding to mine.
“Don’t beat around the bush or anything,” she breathed, tilting her head as I kissed along her neck.
“I don’t play mind games. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard and long and good. Do you want that, Scarlett?”
She did. I could feel it. She melted into me, andGod, her body was soft and warm, her curves an addictive presence I worried I’d want to experience again.
“Yes.”
Finally.I tossed her over my shoulder, heading for the stairs.
