rested on his knee.
The man was pure temptation, and she was finding him hard to resist. So hard in fact that she was trying to think of a way to have him—at least for a night.
“You are not an option,” she replied.
His eyes narrowed, and she watched him as he very carefully slid off the stool and took a step closer, still resting his palm on the bar.
Not one to cave to a man, Shelly looked up at him with a questioning expression. To anyone looking, she knew it just looked like he was asking her to dance, but that was so not the case.
“Why? I can tell you want me. Your eyes are all over me, and your breathing is just a little too hard for some woman sitting at a bar. Come on, Shel, you can admit it. Just like I can almost guarantee you’re getting all hot and bothered down between—”
“Okay,” she interrupted before he voiced what she knew was true.
Looking up at him, she had to admit that the man was sexier than anyone she’d ever met. He attracted her like a bee to honey, and as she locked gazes with him, she knew she was going to have him between her legs at some point in the very near future.
“Okay, what?” he asked as he stood still, barely making a move with each breath.
Not into self-delusion, Shelly always went after what she wanted—and want him she did. She raised her eyes to his, speaking loud enough for him to hear, “You’re right. I do want you.” She watched that panty-dropping smile appear on his face. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I turned around in Mason’s bar. Happy?”
***
Josh couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of this woman’s mouth. He didn’t understand why he was so surprised. He’d known from the get-go that she was sexy, confident, and the kind of woman to eat a man alive. But to hear her stating so bluntly that she wanted him? Well, that sent all the blood left in his head straight to his cock.
Trying to remember what she’d just said, he leaned down until they were almost nose to nose, and then moved at the last second to her ear.
To someone watching, he looked like he was just trying to talk to her over the loud music, but to the hot woman in front of him and to his out-of-control body, they both knew it was more like adding a spark to a stick of dynamite.
“I’m horny, not happy. You’re so fucking sexy that all the blood in my body is in my cock. But you already know that because you keep aiming your eyes down there to check.”
Leaning back, he looked down at her as she smiled and licked her lips again, which automatically made him think of her mouth and his cock. Together. Right now.
“That’s true, too.” Blinking big blue eyes up at him, she asked, “So, do you want to make a deal?”
“A deal?” he asked, suddenly a little confused, either from the lack of blood to his brain or the way the conversation was going.
“Yes, a deal. You know, an agreement that is forged between two individuals.”
Shaking his head slowly, he muttered, “Smart ass.”
“So, do you want to?” she pushed.
Josh looked her over, sitting there with her legs crossed and her thighs so close that he wanted to reach out and touch them.
Then, he answered the only way he knew how. “Hell, yeah. What’s your deal, Shel?”
With a smile touching her lips, she looked out to the dance floor. When she was happy they were in the clear, she replied, “This stays between us. I’m not looking for anything other than—”
“Sex?” he interrupted.
Raising a blonde brow, she dipped her head once, conceding, and quickly added, “Hot, sweaty, great sex. Which I’m assuming, you can deliver.”
Josh was completely amused and turned on by the woman. He found himself battling to keep his hands off her, and at the same time, he wanted to burst out laughing.
“Oh, and why would you assume that?”
She let her eyes travel down his chest, then to his jeans where he was sporting a major hard on, and then brought them back up to his face.
“I guess I’m not assuming. I’m hoping. Because, if not, I think I may have to just go ahead and end my life,” she sighed dramatically and looked at the dance floor. Then, she turned back to him as she continued, “Let’s put it