First Night (Seductive Nights 0.5)(14)

by Lauren Blakely

Now, he snuggled with her, tucking her against his big, strong body. His toned arm was draped under her br**sts, and she could feel his smooth, flat belly against her back. The perfect position for apres-sex. “Mmm….this is nice,” he said, brushing a soft, quick kiss on her shoulder. “I’m glad I met you.”

“Me too,” she murmured.

“Tell me something about you I don’t know.”

“Well, that would be almost everything, wouldn’t it?”

He laughed. “I know plenty about you already. I just want to know more.”

“Tell me what you know already.”

“I know you’re tough as nails, that you don’t take shit from anyone, that you can size people up in a second.”

“That’s my job. Any good bartender worth her salt can do that.”

“And you’re excellent at it. I also know you take pride in your work. Even though you’re not saving the world you like being good at what you do.”

She shrugged against him. “I suppose that’s true.”

“So there. I know stuff about you already.” He snuggled her closer, drawing lazy lines across her belly as they talked. “I also know you’re daring, and not afraid to speak your mind, and that you have a healthy sexual appetite.”

She smiled, and elbowed him playfully. “I do, but don’t think I get around because I don’t. You’re the first man I’ve been with in a year.”

“You’ve been with women in between then?” he asked, in a teasing tone.

“Ha ha. But not what I meant. Though I’m sure you wouldn’t mind.”

“I absolutely would not mind watching you eat pu**y one bit. In fact, I’m going to add that to my bucket list. You, and all that gorgeous red hair spread out across a pair of sexy thighs as you lick and kiss and suck…”

She shook her head and laughed. “You are trouble. All I was saying is that I don’t do this often. I don’t hookup with men who come to my bar.”

“I came in your bar too,” he added, making Julia snicker once again. The moonlight shone through the window that overlooked the streets of San Francisco, and the white gauzy curtain blew gently in the night breeze. Outside the door, she was vaguely aware of a cart being rolled, which meant room service somewhere on the floor was being delivered. Maybe to another pair of new lovers who were famished after the best kind of workout. But even if there were other lovers nearby, she knew – beyond a shadow of a doubt – that no one else had this kind of mind-blowing chemistry. She and Clay were electric. “Anyway, I don’t do this either. It’s not a habit. You have to know you’re irresistible, Julia. Irresistible,” he repeated.

With that one word, her heart beat the tiniest bit faster; maybe it even started to leap. And a part of her wanted to bolt for having the single tiniest little feeling beyond the physical. But another part of her wanted to bask in that feeling a little more.

“So are you,” she whispered.

He ran his strong fingers through her hair, touching her softly. “Now, let’s go back to the start of this conversation. I want you tell me something about you. You’re not getting out of this so easily.”

She wriggled her rear against him. “I wasn’t trying to. What do you want to know?”

“What do you like to read?”

She smiled in the dark. She liked that he’d asked first about books, rather than movies or TV, the world he trafficked in. “Books,” she said dryly.

“What kind of books, Little Miss Sarcastic?”

“Adventure stories,” she said, and she could practically feel him raise an eyebrow inquisitively. She shifted to her other side so she could face him as they talked. He shot her a quizzical look, as if he were perturbed by the breaking of the physical contact. He solved the problem quickly, reaching out to touch her, running his hand down her thigh.