She tucked her other leg under her ass. “Jenner, you have LA written all over you.”
Quick and smart.
Damn it, I couldn’t get enough of this girl.
“The East Coaster knows the LA vibe. Interesting.”
She smiled. “Do I have Miami written all over me?”
Flip-flops had covered her feet prior to her tucking her legs beneath her, the new position showing more of her lean, muscular thighs. The black hair and blue eyes were exotic, but they hinted at nothing.
“Aside from your tan, no.”
“I’m just a giant mystery to you …” She finished her drink and set it on the table. “Tell me, Jenner, what do you do for a living?”
“You don’t want to guess?”
She laughed, adjusting her top, the shift now showing more of her bra. “Is that what you want?”
I exhaled, taking in the whole view. “There’s something I want far more than you guessing my job.” I downed the rest of my beer, not bothering to grab a new one. “I’m a lawyer.”
A flash of red moved across her cheeks before she said, “Professional haircut”—her eyes were on my head and then lowered—“trimmed beard, a neck that could easily hold a tie.” She circled the air with her finger, as though she were adding up each detail. “I can visualize it.”
And what I could visualize was taking off that sweatshirt with my goddamn teeth, instantly sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, gnawing on the end. I’d position her on her back, leaning her up on her elbows so she could spread her legs around me.
“You’re picturing the tie around my neck … or somewhere else?”
Even her laugh was smooth. “Jenner, you certainly know how to make a girl blush.” She gripped her hair, like she needed to hold on to something. “But if you want an honest answer, your neck isn’t the only place I can envision a tie. I see many knots in a variety of places—some more interesting than others.”
My dick fucking throbbed in my jeans.
“Your wrists?” I paused, analyzing her expression. “Or maybe you wouldn’t want to give up your sense of touch?”
Her stare dipped to my chest, lowering to my waist, a heat moving through me as she slowly lifted. “It would be a shame to lose my ability to touch, especially if there was something in front of me—or even on top of me—that was worth feeling.”
“Jo …” I shook my head, folding my hands behind my neck. “You’re taking my brain to some naughty fucking places right now.”
“Oh yeah?” She cocked her head to the side. “Where’s my brain?”
While I stared, I tried to decipher her thoughts.
“It’s okay, Jenner. You can say it. You won’t scare me away.” She reached inside my bucket and took out a cold beer, twisting off the top and drinking down several gulps. “Maybe we should bet something—like this is what’ll happen if you’re right or this is what’ll happen if you’re wrong.”
“As long as a win earns me your lips, I’m down.”
“Which lips?”
Fuck me.
This girl had a fire that was roaring as loud as mine.
Each breath, each glance, each swipe of her tongue made it grow.
I used my head to nod toward her face. “I’d start with those.” I took the beer from her hand, bringing it up to my mouth to take a sip. “If they tasted as good as I expect them to, then I’d go lower. Much lower … until I found the others.”
Her eyes answered me before she said, “I’ll take that bet.”
I set the beer down, my dick rubbing against my zipper. “Why wait?”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying … if I kissed you right now, would you stop me?”