“I’ll be okay, and hey, maybe he just wants to talk.”
Bennie shook her head and gave Naggie a “what the fuck ever” look. “That man wants you like he is iron deficient and you’re a raw steak.”
That had Naggie bursting out laughing. “You and your funky-ass analogies.”
Bennie winked, and the look she gave Booshie was one a big sister might give to warn off guys. Naggie watched her leave the bar, and when she turned to look at the biker, she saw he was watching her and that Tank was walking away with the two blondes, most likely about to have a ménage.
“So, just you and me now,” he said and took a long drink of his beer. He set the bottle down and leaned in close. When he grinned, it was one of those smiles that surely had panties dropping all over the place.
“Yeah, just you and me.” Naggie couldn’t help this undeniable attraction she felt for Booshie. They may not “know” each other besides the pleasantries they shared when they saw each other, but Naggie didn’t feel as though they were strangers. They stared at each other for a long while, and the heat and electricity continued to bounce between them.
There was a lot of action all around them: the music, the loud voices and laughter, and the general activity that seemed so out of place, because she felt like they were in their own little world. Booshie brought the beer bottle to his lips again, his gaze still trained on her, and took a long swallow. God, just watching his throat work as he swallowed was so damn attractive, and all she could think about was having unbelievably raunchy sex with Booshie.
Her pussy was wet, and she knew her nipples were probably visible right through her shirt. And when Booshie looked down at her chest and she saw the way his pupils dilated, Naggie knew that if she were to ask him to take her home right now, he would.
“You want to talk about whatever is bothering you?”
Naggie didn’t want to talk at all, and in fact the only sounds she wanted to hear were of her and him grunting and groaning as he pounded what she knew had to be a big-ass cock in and out of her. Instantly, her cheeks heated at the thoughts of that and of the images that slammed into her mind. Booshie cocked one of his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth lifted like he saw in her expression what she was thinking.
She had a buzz going on, was single once again, and was so horny her clit practically throbbed. He looked good, damn good. The dark bandana he wore was like a staple for his fashion, but she knew he wore it because that was just his style and not because he was trying to appear like a badass biker, despite the fact that he really was.
The leather cut he wore smelled good, and whatever dark and spicy cologne he wore filled her head and made her even more intoxicated.
“I don’t want to talk, Booshie. I want you to take me home and help me forget about this worthless piece of shit day I’ve had.”
For several moments, he did nothing but watch her, but then he lifted his beer and finished it off while holding her gaze with his own over the rim. “Your day was that bad that you want to come home with a virtual stranger and have him fuck you until you can’t walk?”
He wasn’t a stranger, but she didn’t mention that. Her pulse raced, adrenaline filling her body, and she licked her lips. She didn’t even hesitate when she said, “Yes, I want that really fucking badly.”
There was this sound that came from him that had a tingle running up the length of her spine. It was like a wild animal stalking through the night and looking for his prey. “It’s dangerous to proposition a man at a bar the way you just did.”
“I didn’t proposition anyone.” She leaned in, and the scent of the beer he was drinking came from his warm breath. “What I’m saying is that a woman like me needs a man like you to show me what it means to be fucked over in the good kind of way.”
He made that deep, low rumble again, and a fresh gush of cream left her. “You got a fucking mouth on you, Naggie.” He lowered his gaze to said body part. “You are one fucking dirty girl, baby.”
Just hearing him say that had her curling her fingers into her palm. “I want to get a lot dirtier, with you taking me back to your place.” Naggie wasn’t a wallflower and certainly wasn’t ashamed of her sexuality. It wasn’t like she was a blushing virgin, and had pretty much done everything in the sexual department at least once.