Her lips opened to his, and she kissed him back with the same amount of fervor. She whimpered, grinding her pelvis against his hardness, and Razor thought he might lose it. And then she made it so much worse.
“Tabon,” she breathed. He could feel her nipples harden against his chest and her pulse speed up. The look she gave him could melt the polar icecaps.
Where he’d been ready to explode a moment ago, now all he could think about was getting Avarie out of her clothes and under him. His blood throbbed through his veins at the thought of being inside her, her warmth wrapped around him.
But they were in a bar, at the end of the day, at least two hours away from where they were headed.
Razor groaned and took a step back from her.
“Was that just to teach me a lesson?” she asked with hooded eyes.
“What do you think, Ava? Do you think I’m playing games with you?”
She shook her head.
“That’s right. I sure as hell am not.” He took her hand and led her back to the bar where their beers were waiting.
“Sure you’re no
t hungry?” he asked, pushing the food menu toward her.
“Not really,” she answered.
“Eat anyway.”
When the bartender came back Ava asked for the bar pretzel appetizer with beer cheese, and then ordered two prime rib sliders with a side of loaded tater tots.
Razor ordered the fish tacos.
“I thought you weren’t hungry,” he said when the bartender walked away.
“Changed my mind. I do that a lot.”
“Yeah, what else have you changed your mind about?”
Ava leaned forward so her mouth was next to his ear. “I no longer think you’re too old for me.”
“What do you think now?”
She took a long drink of her beer, and then plopped it on the bar. “I think you’re hotter than shit, Tabon.”
7
“This is your duplex?” she asked when he pulled through the gate after it opened.
Razor had to admit the place was beautiful, and not necessarily what one might expect from the word she emphasized.
A lush Japanese garden surrounded the two connected structures, with koi ponds outside each of their decks. The exterior of the house was dark wood with a clay roof.
“This is yours?” she asked.
“Don’t sound surprised.”
“It’s just so…big.”
Razor wiggled his eyebrows.
“The house is big. I really…I mean, it’s nothing at all the way I pictured it. Is this where Quinn stayed when she was here?”