A corner of her kissable lips turned up, and she lifted a shoulder. “Well, you know what they say. It’s hard to look away from a train wreck.”
I chuckled. She wasn’t just beautiful; she had a sense of humor. I needed more laughter in my life, especially after this past year.
“Is that a reference to the singing or the douchebag who cheated on you?”
One of her eyebrows arched, and she shook her head playfully, snapping her fingers. “And you were so close.”
I want to be closer.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I nodded to her nearly empty glass.
She tossed back the remainder without so much as wincing, and my dick grew impossibly harder watching her throat muscles work on the swallow.
Shaking the glass, she mused, “Well, it does seem like I’m out. So, why not?”
I raised a hand, signaling a passing waitress. “What’ll it be, love?”
Her light blue eyes flared, and the pulse point at the base of her throat fluttered.
Yeah, I might be rusty, but I remembered how the game was played. Women lost their shit when I called them “love.” God bless a trip across the pond in college where I picked up that little gem. It was like catnip for American girls—Canadian ones, too.
“Whiskey,” she breathed out.
There was no denying she was hot and bothered. All I had to do was seal the deal.
I held up two fingers to the waitress, indicating we would both take a whiskey.
Standing, I reached up to run a hand through my hair. It was a strategic move and worked like a charm when her eyes fixed on the bicep bunching where my sleeve had ridden up. Those plump lips parted on an exhale, and I could picture sliding my cock between them. Would she be able to handle it rough and dirty? Or would she be meek and inexperienced?
There was only one way to find out.
Lowering my arm, I extended my hand. “I’m—”
A finger was pressed to my lips, effectively silencing me.
She shook her head. “No. No names.”
My brows rose. This was far better than any blind date Braxton might’ve tried to set me up on tonight. This girl was down to fuck and just made it crystal clear that it would be only once, no strings. Perfect.
Nodding in confirmation, I gripped her wrist, trapping her hand against my mouth and sucking the digit inside, swirling my tongue over it. Her head dropped back on a moan, the sound shooting a bolt of lust through my body.
Sliding her finger past my lips, I kissed the inside of her wrist before motioning to the chairs around the table. “Join me?”
With a dazed expression, she ducked her head, taking a seat. Dropping back into the seat I’d previously vacated, I turned so our bodiesfaced each other, our knees touching. The electric current running between us was strong, and I craved more of it.
Her hand traced circles on the edge of an empty glass resting on the table, her eyes locked on the movement. She might have been bold before, but I could tell she was nervous. I couldn’t imagine someone as young as her had as much experience in one-night stands as I did.
“You go to college around here?” I asked, needing something to break the ice and curious to see if she would drop any clues to her age.
She reared back in surprise, blue eyes widening. “You think I’m in college?” Then those turquoise gems narrowed on me. “I’m old enough to drink if that’s what you’re asking.”
I fought the urge to cringe at my misstep. “Sorry. I suck at small talk, and without a name to go with the pretty face . . .” She blushed, and I mentally applauded myself for covering my ass and getting back on track. “I was just hoping to learn something about you. Other than that you love to sing.” I threw her a wink.
She might not be able to carry a tune, but her resulting laughter sure was musical. My pulse quickened at the sound.
“Okay. Good recovery.” She smirked.
“So,” I hedged. “Not in college.” She nodded in confirmation. “What do you do for work?”
