she was drawing her vixen attitude from, but she was enjoying the act very much. “Now, move along before I get upset. I might not look it, but I’m very strong, and very skilled.” Had she really threatened someone? She felt a thrill at the thought of it. She wasn’t lying either. She’d trained a lot to make sure she’d never be a victim.
The woman’s eyes narrowed, but she recovered quickly. She licked her lips in a practiced move before squeezing her arms a bit more at her sides, making her breasts stand out. They were great breasts, the best money could buy, Amira thought.
She leaned to the side, ensuring Smoke could see her, and said, “I’ll be at the other side of the bar. When you get sick of this woman simply playing games and making promises she won’t follow through on, come find me. I’ll rock your world all . . . night . . . long.” She didn’t give Amira or Smoke time to comment on her bold statement before she turned and walked away. Her dress barely covered her very curvy ass. How did some women have such little pride? Why should a man respect them when they didn’t respect themselves? Amira would rather be stodgy than cavalier and willing to sell herself.
“You showed up just in time. My mom taught me to respect all women at all times, but I was beginning to lose patience with that one,” Smoke said. He hadn’t released his hold on Amira’s hip, and she liked it. She knew the game was up and she should pull away, but it was more difficult to do than she’d have thought.
“You looked very nervous as she plastered herself over you, so I figured I’d play the knight in shining armor,” Amira said over her shoulder, their faces only inches apart. She tried pulling away, but he wasn’t loosening his hold. She wasn’t really trying very hard either.
“I can honestly say I’ve never had a woman save me before,” Smoke said. “I’ve worked with some pretty bad-ass women, but not one has come riding in to save the day.”
Amira laughed before she lifted her glass and took another sip of her drink. The night really was great, and it kept getting better. What did that mean? She set her drink on the bar, then got captured by the hungry look in Smoke’s gaze. His fingers shifted on her lower back, sending more tingles down her spine as her leg brushed against his.
Sex. Sex. Sex.
That word flashed through her mind over and over again. She hadn’t had sex in so many years she honestly couldn’t remember when she’d last had it. Everything within her was screaming for release. Why this man? There was no way she could have sex with this man without it getting messy. Or could she? He was a player after all. Wasn’t he the type of man to love them and leave them? If that were the case, and she was okay with a one-night stand, what was the harm in it?
Amira, admittedly, wasn’t a one-night stand sort of woman. Could she do it once, just once? Having a one-night stand once in her life wouldn’t change who she was or her future plans. It wouldn’t change how she felt about herself. Or would it? All she knew was that she wanted this man with an intensity that shocked her.
Amira finished her drink, then gazed into Smoke’s eyes again — and she was certainly getting lost. He leaned forward, their lips all but touching, causing her heart to thunder, and her breath to catch.
“If you keep looking at me like I’m dinner, you’re going to have to take a bite,” he said, his voice low and hungry and calling to her.
The words that came next shocked both of them. “Maybe I am hungry. Maybe I do want to take a bite.”
Smoke only paused a second longer before his lips crashed against hers. It was everything she remembered . . . and so much more. She wrapped her hands around his neck and held on tight while she kissed him back. She groaned against him as his tongue slipped along her bottom lip before dipping inside and taking a taste.
Everything in Amira was screaming at her, screaming that it was perfect, it was right, it was exactly where she needed and wanted to be. Maybe this had been inevitable from the moment she’d met Smoke months before. Maybe she was a