Page 14 of Naughty Irish Fate
“Pretty sure I left you with the best of the bunch last night, lovie. Did I or did I not see you dancing with a beautiful man after closing?” Glasses crash to the floor at my feet as my eyes shoot to hers.Busted.
“Perhaps. Perhaps not.” I flush as I turn away to get a broom and dustpan to clean up my mess.
“Liar! I saw you with my good eye.” Trudi makes a stupid face, making her eyes go wonky, before laughing and setting out fresh bowls of nuts.
It’s a slow afternoon which is no good. Because Trudi tells me in graphic and gory detail her night with her itch-scratcher. Can’t remember his name, she says. But she is sure he had her speaking in tongues. That shedid notforget.
“Now tell me about your slow dance.” Trudi nods towards the jukebox as it comes to life.
“Just a dance, Trudi.” I bounce a shoulder in a shrug but I can’t bite back my smile in time.
“Just afucking liar!” Laughing, she slams her hand on the bar top. Trudi leans forward as if she is about to demand answers before the early evening rush starts to flow in.
“Just a dance, I swear.” I insist. Trudi groans but dutifully heads out to the floor.
Just a dance. Just a kiss. Just an earth altering orgasm. No big deal.
As nightfall floods the pub with customers and deep navy darkness, I am still in good spirits. Every single time that stupid George Strait song comes on the jukebox, I smile like an idiot. Feel a twinge between my legs. And sigh at what might have been.
When the doors swing open late, Rooker’s crew pushing through loud and lively, I stop what I’m doing. It’s crowded for a weekday night, music thudding softly and laughter and smoke clouding the air. Before I even see him, I know he’s here.
I twist away from the bar to take some calming breaths.
Cool it, Bronwyn. Give nothing away. Just a dance. Just a kiss.
I turn back and make a point to ignore their group as they take over the table closest to the bar. Still, I notice Rooker situate himself in the corner. Just like last night. Facing me. When my eyes flicker over the table, I flush hot.
Green eyes follow me as I move at the bar. Darkened with much more heat than last night.
With a smirk like he had wound me around his skilled fingers and heard me come.Oh right.
Ignoring a man like Rooker is not easy. I thought it might be. I have a stellar resting bitch face. And I look damn good tonight. Feel good. Yeah so part of that was due to his earth altering orgasm.
Although the crowd keeps me busy, I am aware of him being just a few feet away. Bryan tries for another free round. When I call heads, I hear Rooker chuckle. Damn the man evensoundssexy.
“Seriously? Every single time? Its dual sided, right? You sexy cheat you.” I blink at Bryan—who long ago stopped hitting on me—to watch his eyes slide over me.Well hello, I did say I look good tonight.
“Just seems luck’s on her side, yeah.” I almost shudder as his rusty voice bellows beside me. Turning my head, I see him posted up at that same spot.
With a tight white t-shirt stretched taught over his wide chest, I swear I can make out every ripple and dip. Smelling fresh and clean and warm, he winks at me before his eyes turn to Bryan. Interesting. Instead of sparkling and green they are dark and edgy. Challenging.
Very interesting indeed, Rook.
“Hello, Rook.” I am ashamed at the flush at my skin burning up the back of my neck and down my throat.
“Hello, Wyn. You look lovely tonight. Can I get a whiskey neat?’ With every word his voice drops and my body reacts. Nipples bud up beneath my silk top, my thighs ache, and my core heats.
“Sure, Rook. Anything else?” I look away from Bryan who watches our exchange with interest.
“Another dance later, if our song comes on.” This is murmured so low I realize he means it do just what it does.My panties are ruined.
“You know it will come on with that damn machine.” I try to joke but I sound hopeful instead.
“Damn sure hope so, Wyn.” Tilting his big body closer, his eyes trail over me as I slide his drink in front of him.
Those pretty eyes pause at my tits and the neckline of my top showing more than usual. I know he can see my nipples and he bites his full bottom lip as if he likes what he sees.Fuck that mouth of his.I feel it on mine, on my skin, biting marks that sting in memory now.
As his eyes skim lower, my thighs tighten. Glittering green eyes focus between my legs and I stop breathing. Eyes on me, he takes a sip of his drink, swallowing hard.Jesus, my reaction to him is embarrassing.I watch the way his throat works, the way his muscles flex and twist as he sets the tumbler back down.
