Little Jack (Hell's Handlers MC 6) - Page 19

“Oh, hey,” she said. Those blue eyes lit, and a smile appeared on her shiny red lips. Red like someone had glossed a fuckin’ apple. They looked delicious as fuck. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Christ woman, you look like sex on legs.”

The most adorable blush tinged her cheeks, nearly matching them to those lips, and her hands worked at smoothing imaginary wrinkles on her fitted black dress. Her outfit was simple, no flaunting of cleavage, no sparkles or other shit he’d seen women wear around the clubhouse, but it hugged her curves.

Hugged. Her. Curves.

Enough said.

The woman was bam, bam, bam hour-glass perfection.

And that rack was sent straight from heaven.

Or maybe had been gifted to her from hell. A little trick of the devil to torture the poor, slobbering, Y-chromosomes of the world. The dress might not have been revealing, but it was snug enough to inspire some off-the-charts erotic fantasies of peeling it from her delectable body inch by luscious inch.

“Thank you,” she squeaked.

LJ stared, raking his gaze over her again and again. He couldn’t stop eye-fucking her from every angle possible. Only when his perusal reached her face, did he notice she was watching him with a raised eyebrow and a tilted head. “Shit, sorry, did you say something?”

A small laugh bubbled from her. “Not gonna lie, I’m pretty pleased with the reaction to this dress so far. And to think, I almost wore jeans. All you missed was me asking how your day was going.”

“Better now, sugar. Much better now. And I’m pretty sure I’d have had the same reaction to that ass if you were wearing jeans.” If he wasn’t mistaken, her gaze flicked briefly to the bulge in his pants before returning to his face.

That’s right, that’s exactly the reaction I was talking about.

A thought occurred that had him frowning. “You got a hot date?”

As she shifted her weight on some very sexy and very spiky heeled ankle boot thingies, Holly rolled her eyes. “I have a date, yes. Not so sure about the hot part.”

LJ leaned against the wall space between their apartment doors and crossed his arms over his chest. “Now, I’m intrigued.” And not at all ready to beat the fuck outta whoever came to collect her.

Right.

Her thin laugh was more of the nervous variety this time. “It was a set-up.” Holly grimaced. “By my dad.”

“Oh, man.” He couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, pretty high on the pitiful-o-meter. Apparently, he told this guy who works for him that I’m new to town and too lame to have weekend plans yet. Not sure if the guy felt like he had to ask me out or what, but here I am.” She shrugged. “Least I got to see your tongue hanging out of your mouth, huh?” she said with a wink.

LJ threw back his head and let out a laugh. This girl was a trip. As well as serious eye candy. “Amen, sugar. Guess I owe your pops a thank-you right about now.”

She let out a feminine grunt. “Let’s not go that far.”

“What time is this guy picking you up? Want me to meet him? Growl a little?” Maybe tear off his balls so using them was out of the question that night?

Smoothing a hand over her perfectly smooth blonde locks, she said, “Thanks for the offer to play big brother, but I’m meeting him at a restaurant.”

“Seriously?” What kind of man didn’t pick up his woman for a date? And more importantly, why did she assume there was something brotherly about his offer?

“Yes, this way I’m not stuck with him at the end of the date. You know, in case it sucks. I won’t have to have any awkward no-I-don’t-want-a-kiss-at-the-door conversations.” She tapped the side of her head. “Not just air swirling around in here.”

Damn, she was funny, smart, sexy as fuck, and baked like a dream. His cock was fully charged and ready to go. Full being the key word. He stepped closer—using the move to spread his legs and relieve some of the tension in his pants—until he was only inches from her, and she had to tilt her head back to see his face. She wasn’t a tiny woman, and he fucking loved that, but she was short enough, he’d have to bend way the fuck down to taste those juicy lips.

Holly’s breathing hitched before kicking up to a light pant, making her suckable tits rise and fall in a rapid clip. Goddamn, he wanted those beauties in his mouth.

“How about this,” he said, staring down at her. “You go on your shitty date with the loser tonight. And tomorrow night I’ll take you to a party. You can meet some people, kick back, and I promise to tell you again just how fucking gorgeous I think you are.”

Holly’s eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. “Um, yeah, uh, wow. That sounds fun. I’d like that.”

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