Bad Boys Do (Donovan Brothers Brewery 2)

“It’s true!” Jamie insisted. “She threw the ring back at him, dumped a bowl of peanuts over his head and walked out. And I’m not kidding about this—he turned to the woman sitting next to him at the bar and asked her to marry him. And she said yes.”

“No!”

“The woman was her best friend. Apparently, she’d been waiting on the sidelines for the chance to get into the game.”

“Oh, my God. Did they get married?”

“No idea. I never saw them after that. The other woman—the first woman—she came in a few times, but I didn’t think it would be appropriate to ask.”

Olivia had to stop and lean against the wall of a bus stop, hands pressed to her stomach as she gasped for air. “That is the worst story ever!”

“Oh, I’ve got more where that came from, but I’ll dole them out slowly—keep you on the hook.”

She stood straight, grinning up at him, memorizing the sight of his face, blue in the night. The black sky behind him was full of stars, and they made her feel sparkly inside. Or maybe that was the brush of Jamie’s fingertips down her cheek.

“You should take off your heels,” he said. “It’s a long walk home.”

“I don’t want to take off my heels,” she answered, letting her head fall back against the glass. “I want to look sexy.”

His teeth gleamed when he smiled. “Oh, you look sexy regardless.”

“Not true. I usually just look like a teacher.”

“You do, actually, but—”

“Hey!” She gave him a little shove, but only his shoulder moved.

“I like that. I like watching you in your sweet little skirts and your cardigan sweaters and your glasses. You look so untouchable.”

Olivia felt a sharp stab of regret, because that was the real her. She knew that, but she wanted something more. When she closed her eyes, Jamie’s thumb touched her mouth, startling every nerve in her body.

“I like you like that, because when I look at you, so buttoned-up and reserved, I picture you in the hot tub, naked, steam rising around you—”

“Jamie,” she whispered, and the tip of his thumb eased between her lips.

“—your head thrown back as you ride me. Your lips parting as you come.”

Lust crashed hard into her. She drew his thumb deep into her mouth and sucked at it, loving the way his breath broke into a groan.

“Olivia,” he rasped. When she rubbed her tongue against the pad of his thumb, he growled and pressed his body to hers. He slid his thumb from between her lips, dragging the wetness down her chin as he kissed her hard. He plunged his tongue deep, letting her know he was just as aroused as she was.

The wine made her reckless enough to edge her feet apart so he could fit his knee between hers. His thigh pressed snug against her sex as she slid her fingers into his hair and kissed him deeper. Everything inside her burned for this, but when his hand covered her breast, her whimper was half in need and half alarmed. It was dark, but they were still in public, and Olivia hadn’t had nearly enough wine for this.

When she turned her head away, Jamie’s mouth slid to her neck as he dragged his fingers over her nipple.

“No,” she whimpered, even as she pulled him closer. She edged one knee higher on his leg, and Jamie rocked his thigh into her until she moaned.

“We can’t do this,” she whispered.

“Do what?”

“This. We’ll get into trouble.”

“We’re just kissing,” he countered, nibbling his way along her jaw.

“No,” she groaned. “This isn’t just kissing. It’s…”

“It’s fun,” he said, rocking against her again. “And no one can see.”