Page 25 of Bad Boy Done Wrong
“You need to get laid,” Ethan told Josh.
Josh’s dark eyes were locked on Hailey. “I get plenty of action.”
Hailey held Josh’s gaze, licking her hand, sprinkling it with salt, and licking again. Josh stared at her mouth. She threw the shot back and sucked the lime. “Woo! That is good stuff!”
Josh swore under his breath, averting his gaze. “You’re cut off.”
“C’mere,” Ethan said to Hailey. “Give my hand a lick and I’ll give you my shot too.”
Hailey licked her lips and then ran her fingers through Ethan’s short dirty blond hair. “I don’t lick just anyone, but you—” she paused dramatically and finished loud enough for the entire bar to hear “—are a fantastic candidate for a classy lady like me.”
“Fucking A,” Josh muttered, snatching Ethan’s shot and tossing it back himself. His dark eyes flashed with irritation and heat. Probably because he was pissed that he was turned on. Carrie was much better at recognizing the signs of male desire now, thanks to Zach.
Josh slashed his hand through the air at Ethan and Hailey. “You’re both cut off.” He stalked to the other side of the bar.
Hailey went right back to flirting with Ethan, who seemed receptive. Guess that worked. Carrie stopped watching the two expert flirts when Zach lifted his hand near her mouth and spoke in the deep gruff voice that never failed to make her hot. “Lick.”
Her insides clenched, her heart sped up, and she licked. He added salt. She licked again, grabbed the shot, downed it and coughed like crazy. Omigod, it burned, it burned.
“Suck the lime,” he said.
She did, her eyes watering. She turned to see if he was laughing at her inexperience, but he merely studied her in his observant way.
“How you feel now?” he asked.
She smiled, suddenly giddy. “Good.” Loose and languid, she relaxed back against her man. Her temporary man, she reminded herself. His own drink remained on the bar.
She shifted to look at him and offered her hand. “You want to have yours now?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“You want to stay here for a while, then I’ll take the shot.” His gaze smoldered with an intensity that gave her a shiver of anticipation.
“And if I’m ready to go?”
“Then I’ll give you a ride back to my place right now. No shot.” He whispered in her ear, “Primal, Carrie. You’ll like it.”
She shivered. “Yes, let’s go.” It was one of her wish list items—animals are primal—and she couldn’t wait to see how he’d interpreted it.
He lifted her off him without another word, tossed some bills on the bar, and guided her to the back parking lot, his hand on the small of her back, the touch bringing a flare of heat.
He helped her into his truck, got in the other side, and they were off. Heading for another exhilarating ride. And when she floated back to earth from the heights of ecstasy, she landed once again safe in his arms.
