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Twenty feet away and his gaze was laser fixed on me like a heat seeking missile.
I patted my hair as I went, wondering if it was staying tamed or if it had gone wild all on its own, like usual.
Ten feet and I could see that his eyes were a deep blue with thick lashes. His nose may have been broken once because of a crook in it, but to me, he only seemed more real.
Five feet and I licked my lips, wondering if drool was in the corner. His eyes followed the action.
When I stepped in front of him, I had to tip my chin back. I wasn’t tall. Or skinny. Or tan. Yet, he looked at me as if I were a steak dinner and he was a tiger.
I cleared my throat. “Hi.”
“Hi.” That one word was deep and rumbly.
My wits were scattered like dandelion fluff in the wind. Then I remembered why I was here. “Um, I’m not sure what Amber told you, but if you can’t tell by my friend’s sash and tiara, it’s a bachelorette party. The one with the brown hair thought a bingo card would make for a fun evening.”
“And is it?” he asked.
I blinked. “Is it what?”
“Fun.”
I smiled. “Oh, um. Sure.”
“Yeah, my night just got a hell of a lot more fun.”
I didn’t look at the two other men at the table, but I heard them chuckle.
Taking a deep breath, I said, “So, um. I guess I’m going to kiss you.”
He shook his head. “No, red, I’m gonna kissyou.”
I wasn’t sure what the difference was, but it sounded really hot when it came out of his mouth.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He leaned down because he was that much taller, his nose brushing against my hair. I felt the heat of his breath against my neck. “You didn’t ask mewhereI was going to kiss you.”
I licked my lips again. Was it hot in here? His scent was dark, like leather and spice and a tang of sweat.
“Oh, um, we can do it right here.”
He shook his head slowly. “I meant on your body. If I’m gonna get my mouth on you, it’s gonna be your pussy.”
I moaned.
I did.
That was me.
My eyes fell closed and–holy shit.
“That way I get your panties. You want to get bingo, don’t you?”
“B… b-ingo?”
“Or just an O?”
I felt like I was going to topple over so I grabbed his forearms. They felt like they were carved from hot granite.
