Page 8 of Here With Me

My pulse jumps, and I grip the Budweiser like it’s my lifeline. “Between the two of us, you’re the one who looks hot and aroused.”

Her eyelashes brush her cheek before she sweeps her gaze up to meet mine. There’s a wild and chaotic flicker behind her hooded eyes as she licks her bottom lip and reveals a secret smile.

I’d like to pull that lush lip between my teeth and explore every inch of her mouth with my tongue.

“I—” She pauses, inhaling a deep breath. When her dress stretches tight against her chest, hard nipples appear as her breasts rise and fall.

“Have I rendered you speechless?” I keep my eyes on hers as I tip the bottle of my beer up and drain it. Thank God the other bartenders are taking care of the customers because I like having her full attention.

A wild, possessive staking roars up inside me to claim more than just that.

“If ya wanted to force me to be quiet, there are more fun ways to keep my mouth busy that’ll benefit both of us.” A slight lift of her shoulders tells me exactly what she’s implying.

“Jesus Christ.”

My cock heard that one.

She catches me adjusting myself and smirks. “Need another?”

I hand her my empty bottle. I shouldn’t have too many since I drank whiskey straight from the bottle to give me enough liquid courage to show up here.

“Depends. How late are ya workin’?”

“We close in less than an hour. You have plans?”

“For you? Yes.”

She inches closer. “Go on...”

“I’d like to find out if you’re a screamer or a moaner.”

When her lips form into a tight smile, I worry I’ve crossed the line. People move and talk all around us. The music’s too loud for anyone to eavesdrop, but by her silent intrigue, she’s not worried about being heard.

She hands me another bottle, and when I grab it, she doesn’t release her grip. Our fingers brush, and we’re in a silent war of who’s going to let go first.

“If you’re doin’ it right, I’m both.”

My brain flatlines.

Before I can respond, Hunter and a couple of guys walk up. He purposely picked her since another bartender nearby has no customers.

Hunter smacks the bar top, stealing her attention. “Hey, gorgeous. Think ya can hook us up with another round?”

I tightly grip the beer bottle while waiting for this asshat to get lost.

“Sure thing.” Noah whips her hair over her shoulder as she turns to open the cooler. She bends, and my eyes narrow in on her ass since her sundress barely covers it. When I glance over, I notice Hunter’s doing the same thing.

Fuck me. I’m no better than this douche.

Noah sets three bottles down and tells him the total. He holds out a twenty but doesn’t release his hold when she goes to take it.

“What’s it gonna take for me to get your number?” He flashes a cocky grin that I’m tempted to punch off his face.

“Now what would ya do with my number?” Noah holds still as she waits for him to release the money.

“A professional bull rider and the best show horse trainer in the state...” He sticks out his tongue and slowly licks his lips like a hungry hippo. “I’m sure your imagination can fill in the blanks.”

So she’s a horse trainer.Impressive.