Bad Boys Do (Donovan Brothers Brewery 2)

“Did I mention how cute you are?” she asked, bumping her knee into his.

“Eat your dinner,” he grumbled, tilting his wineglass toward her to urge her on.

Olivia leaned back with her glass, a big smile on her face as she propped her leg on his knee. Jamie tugged it higher, until her heel was snug against his hip and his fingers were wrapped around her ankle. Her skin was impossibly soft and warm. There was something about a woman’s skin…the feel of it so much more delicate than his own. He slid his hand up until his fingers brushed the back of her knee, and she sighed and leaned in to kiss him.

Somehow, she ended up in his lap, but Jamie kept the kiss soft and slow, letting her feel every movement as he slid his hand higher. Over her thigh until his fingers brushed the underwear she wore. He loved that she was wearing his clothes, and that would scare him if he wasn’t enjoying the feel of her so much. But Olivia was curving closer and his hand was sliding even higher on her tight thigh, and what the hell could it possibly matter if he felt possessive?

“Mmm,” she sighed, her hand slipping beneath his shirt. “I’m so glad we made up.”

“Not as glad as I am.” Her fingers brushed his nipple and he hissed.

“I love your body.” The words teased along his jaw. “I really, really love it.”

He groaned as her tongue traced along the edge of his ear. She’d never been so aggressive before. “Are you tipsy?”

“Maybe a little. Where do you want me tonight?”

“Where?”

Her husky laugh cooled the skin she’d licked. “In the shower? The hot tub? Right here on the table? I’ve never done that.”

She’d never done any of it, damn it, and the thought of it made him hard as a rock. “I kind of thought maybe we’d do it in the bed. I want it slow. And thorough.”

“Just a bed?”

“Yes. Unless you’d be disappointed.”

She laughed and slipped both her hands around to his back. Her nails pressed into his skin. “Never.” She began to suck at the perfect spot on his neck, waking every nerve in his body to glittering life. But just as he started to sigh, her mouth left his and she sat straight up.

“Wait a minute. This whole ‘slow in the bed’ thing isn’t because of what I told you, is it?”

He was sure that the guilt flashing over his face must glow like neon, but he tried to keep his expression blank. “Huh?”

“I made this weird, didn’t I? I knew that was going to happen!”

“Hey.” He took her hand before she could scoot off him. “What are you talking about?”

“You know…”

He tried his best for a confused look. “That? Come on. It takes more than that to throw me off.”

His lie had the exact effect he’d hoped for. The anxiety clouding her eyes cleared and he could see the awful vulnerability beneath. “Really?”

“I’m a bartender, remember? I’ve heard it all.”

She hesitated for one more doubtful moment before breaking into a smile. “Right. I forgot that you’ve heard everything already.”

He had. Everything from every type of person she could imagine. But that didn’t change how much this meant to him. “Listen,” he said, spreading his hands over both of her thighs. “If you want me to dress you in a French maid’s outfit and fuck you on this table, I will. But what I’d really like to do is carry you into my bedroom and have sex on a bed. Not because of what you told me earlier, but because it’s been a long day and you’re tired and my bed is really comfortable. And there’s nothing not exciting about horizontal sex with you. Um, not for me, anyway.”

Olivia closed her eyes and snuggled close again, laying her head on his shoulder with a sigh. “That sounds perfect.” After a quiet moment, she raised her head. “Do you have a French maid outfit just lying around?”

“No, it’s pressed and neatly folded.” He stood, picking her up as she threw her arms around his neck with a shriek. “Shh. I’m just trying to liven up this boring sex for you.”

“It’s not boring!” she cried, her words tumbling over themselves in laughter.

“Well, not now.” He carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto his bed. She was still trying to catch a breath, so he took off his shirt and grabbed her ankle to pull her closer. His T-shirt rode up her body, exposing her flat stomach and cute little belly button. His black underwear hugged her hips like a glove.

“Shit, you look good,” he murmured.