Page 62 of Bastard Bartender

“You’re a piece of work—”

“So I’ve been told.” He’s laughing, and it has me angry again, enough so that I spin on my heels and open the front door to my car.

As soon as I pull the handle, Nic is behind me. His body flush against mine, hot and hard and heavy with his presence. My spine straightens as the thick scent of soap, whiskey, and pure male envelops me.

His hands grab my biceps, and I inhale shakily.

“Don’t go.” His voice is thick, manly.

“I’m not staying here to be ridiculed for having feelings for you.”

“You were right. I am an idiot. I say what comes to mind, and it’s not always the right thing to say. What I should have said earlier is, you look gorgeous tonight and that kiss was the best fucking kiss I’d ever had in my life.”

I tilt my head a touch and see his hand tightening on my skin. “Then, why were you pushing me toward another man?”

“I thought that was what you wanted.”

I swallow and close my eyes. “Is that what you wanted?”

His grip lightens as his chest puffs out. I feel him still behind me, and for a moment, I’m afraid of what he’s about to say.

“Fuck no.”

I spin around and look up into his eyes, which sear into mine suggestively. My brows lift as my lips part.

His hands rise to my face. In one swift motion, he leans forward and kisses me. His mouth is soft and his tongue supple. His fingers graze down the sides of my arms and hold my waist. The intense pressure of his groin against mine has me gasping into his mouth as we roll our tongues against one another.

I lay my hands against his chest and feel the hardened steel of his body as we move away from the driver’s door to the back. My body hits the side of the car. His knee slides between my thighs, separating my legs so he can settle himself between them. This close, I can feel the thickness in his black slacks as he grinds up against me.

“The idea of you going home with someone else was driving me crazy.” His head leans down, our lips impossibly close. “And seeing you in this red dress has had me envisioning what it would look like on the floor ever since you walked in.”

“That’s a good thing because I wore it just so you could take it off.”

He growls, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. His hand glides over to the rear door handle, and he opens it while simultaneously pulling me into him. I’m guided into the backseat, and I crawl to the farthest side as he folds his large body in the back.

The door slams, and he reaches for me.

The heat of his mouth on me sends bolts of lightning through my body. He wraps a hand around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. I grind against him, the hot and heady friction making me quiver with incessant need.

I bite the lobe of his ear while he sucks on my neck. His fingers are at the hem of my dress, lifting it smoothly off my body and tossing it into the front seat. Those emerald eyes turn onyx as he rakes over my body, taking in the black lace bra and matching underwear.

“Evette, how I’ve fantasized about you.”

“Do you do wicked things while fantasizing about me?” I run my palm down his chest.

“Daily.”

He pulls me down to him as his hand pushes the lace of my underwear to the side, and he runs a swift finger along the folds of my core. I cry out as he continues his perusal, rubbing gently and then rough, especially when he finds my clit.

His hand is wrapped around my neck as he holds me close to him, inserting a finger inside while his thumb continues flicking the sensitive bud. I’m panting and reeling, needing more from him.

I buck my hips and simulate riding his cock. He doesn’t get the hint, so I make quick work of undoing his belt. He lifts up, so I can pull his pants down past his ass and free his cock. Thick and long with ample girth at the head.

At this moment, I’m so ready for him that it wouldn’t matter what he has downstairs, but feeling the heaviness of it in my hands has me thanking the hook-up gods that this wild, sexy, intriguing man is packing.

“I don’t want the foreplay,” I breathe as I stroke him.

Nic leans his head back briefly and then comes back up with a smile on his face. “You are unpredictable, just the way I hoped you’d be. Tell me what comes next.”