Page 4 of Sweetie Pie
“Can I get a Long Island Iced Tea?” I don’t really drink but I’ve heard about this drink and it sounds tame enough.
He winks at me and plops a napkin in front of me, grabbing what seems like a helluva lot of alcohol. With another wink he begins mixing them all together like a witch’s cauldron. I’m waiting for fireworks and smoke and maybe a dragon’s head to pop up in the cloudy depths of the glass.
But nothing happens and he places the tall glass carefully in front of me. I smile at him and hold out my card. Then when he hands it back to me, I drop a five in his tip jar.
Turning back to the dancers, I take a sip of the drink and cough and choke. It feels like fire is burning its way down my throat and straight into my belly.
Warmth spreads out and burns like the fire in a dragon’s belly. I set the drink down carefully, my eyes still on the dancers. After a few minutes, I reach back to grab the drink and find a strong, warm hand instead. Sparks shoot up my arm and for the first time tonight, my pussy sits up and takes notice.
Slowly, I turn my head and find myself staring into a pair of cloudy sapphire eyes flashing fire in the dim light. His firm lips are slammed together and he looks mad as hell.
“Haven’t your brothers warned you about not keeping an eye on your drink in a bar, Mags?”
My heart skips a beat and I slip my tongue out to wet my suddenly dry lips.
“Ummmm….”What the hell is wrong with me?My stupid brain has gone offline. Hormones zip in wild arcs in my bellyand straight out until every single piece of my skin is alive with pleasure, just from looking at him.
Finally I manage to drag my malfunctioning brain back online and I shoot him a glare that should freeze his ass where it sits. “What the hell are you doing here, Colt?”
He leans his hip against the bar and I fight to keep my eyes from drifting down to look at his muscular forearms where they rest right next to mine. Veiny, tanned and so damn strong. I want to feel how solid he is. How warm all of him is.
I growl under my breath and finally unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth. “You didn’t answer me, Colt. What the hell are you doing here? You better not be about to tell me that one of my dumbass brothers sent you to find me.”
His head cocks and the thick, dark hair shines in the rotating lights. It looks so damn silky that my fingers are begging me to touch the strands. Find out if they’re as soft as they look.
“The reason I’m here has nothing to do with your brothers.” His cool eyes lock on my body in the short silver dress. Heat builds in his eyes and my skin burns like it’s on fire.
“Then why are you here?”
“Why are you here, Mags?” His bright blue gaze slips down my body and I can’t help fidgeting in my seat. My whole body throbs to the bass beat of the music and the look in his eyes. Whenever the lights find us, his gaze shimmers with lust and something darker, dangerous. “And why the hell are you dressed like that?” He nods at my dress and the super-high heels that have a name.
“You mean why am I wearing a pair of “fuck me” heels, Colt?” A smile tilts my lips when he glares at me and growls under his breath.
“I should wash your mouth out with soap, little girl.”
I straighten up and cross my arms over my chest, thrilling in some weird way when his eyes follow the movement. “I dare you to try.”
“What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” Each word is so short and cut-off that it’s almost garbled.
Sighing, I reach for my drink and glare at him when he pushes it away. “I’m looking for a man if you must know.”
His dark brows lift. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh. I do. I’m looking for a man to show me a good time if you must know.”
His eyes narrow to navy slits and he scowls. “Oh, hell no! What the fuck do you think you’re playing at, little girl?”
Slapping a hand on the bar, I stiffen and my lips tighten into a flat line. “Do you know what the hell it’s like living and working with two older brothers that can’t seem to figure out that I’m a grown woman with a grown woman’s needs, Colt? I want things. Things I can’t get in Wildwood. All because of my idiot, macho brothers that think that I’m still fucking ten years old!”
He steps back and eyes me from my feet with painted red toenails in strappy silver sandals all the way to the top of my head. “I don’t think you look ten.”
His eyes flash shimmering sparks that light up my core. Heat curls in my belly and builds into an inferno of want.
“I think you look beautiful.”
And just like that the fire combusts into wildfire that sings under my skin. My mouth falls open and I flush beet red when he groans and licks his lips.
My mind skitters to a stop. And my runaway mouth steps up to fill the void.
