Leighton’s brows pinched together. “What in God’s name are you talking about, Wes?”
“Nothing!” I sneered, glaring at him.
Wes laughed, putting his arm around Leighton’s shoulders, moving her toward the door. I didn’t know whether to love him or hate him in that moment.
He held the door open, his hand moving to the small of her back to allow her to step out first. With a final wink over his shoulder he yelled at the top of his lungs, “Puking rally!”
Yep. I seriously hated that man.
I dropped my face into my palms, unable to look at Billy.
“Han?” I heard the humor in his voice. “You told Wes, of all people? Are you nuts?”
I lifted my head. “No, I was drunk. And trust me, I know it was the dumbest thing I could ever do.”
He reached for my hand, leading me around the counter to stand in front of him. His hands cupped my face, his mouth brushing a gentle kiss to my lips, pulling away far too soon for my liking. “I don’t think you have too much to worry about. The fact that he hasn’t spilled the details to the whole town means you’re probably safe to assume he won’t.”
I wasn’t so sure I agreed, but Billy knew Wes better than I did. “What are you doing here?” I looped my arms around his waist, staring up into those big brown eyes I could drown in.
“Beau and Wes let me go early today. We’re on schedule if not slightly ahead, so they said to enjoy the night off. Figured there was only one place I wanted to be.”
“Does that make this date two?” I bounced my eyebrows.
He shook his head in amusement, a low laugh rolling through his chest. “Trying to get in my pants already, blondie?”
“Can’t blame a girl, when you look that good in them.”
Leaning forward, he dropped his head to mine, his hands coasting down my shoulders, tickling and teasing the need inside me. “How about some dinner?”
I frowned, jerking my head back. “Really? You’re determined to see this date rule through?”
“Dead serious. Trust me, it’s not easy on me either.” He thrusted his hips against me and I could feel his erection through his jeans.
If he thought that would help matters, he was wrong. I wanted more than ever to strip the man naked and take him in my hands. Using every bit of restraint I had, I resisted the urge.
“I can’t leave just yet. I’m waiting for Lottie’s shipment to get here. It’ll be at least a couple more hours.”
“I’ll grab us a few burgers and shakes up the street. What flavor do you want?”
“Vanilla.”
“Took you to be a little more adventurous than that, blondie.”
“Fine, surprise me.” I grinned.
“You’re asking for surprises now?”
“What can I say, you’re good at them.”
He kissed my lips, then stepped back. “Be right back.”
He’d better be, because I had a little surprise of my own up my sleeve.
Making sure the decorative curtains were drawn across the storefront with the closed sign flipped over, I turned off the track lights, leaving only the chandeliers on, creating a soft glow in the store. I got into position, hoisting myself up on the counter, making sure the girls were perky and ready to impress. I crossed my legs, leaning back on my hands, wearing nothing but a matching black lace underwear set I’d snatched from the lingerie table, paired with the heels I’d been wearing all day. Luckily, the shipment showed up early, a few minutes after Billy had left, giving me plenty of time to usher the delivery guy along and prepare for Billy’s return.
My body froze and my chest raced at the sound of the front door opening. When Billy came into view, his hands filled with our dinner, my body relaxed, my smile growing as I watched his eyes sweep over me, his own body rooted to the floor just inside the entrance.
“Holy shit, Han.” His voice was all grit as he fought an internal battle of desire.
“Lock the door, cowboy,” I demanded.
Without hesitation, he did as he was told. I sat forward as he walked back toward me with a powerful, dominant stride. My whole body came to attention for the man in front of me. Gentle and strong. Giving and greedy. A man who would take what he wanted, when and wherever he wanted, but never made me feel powerless as he did.
I dealt him a hand and now it was up to him whether he wanted to play or fold. From the look in his eyes, the prowl in his gait, he was all in. It made me question if maybe I’d overplayed my own hand. Maybe I wasn’t ready for this man to take me, love me, tear me up inside once again.
He set the food to the side, freeing his hands to caress my already tingling skin. Wedged between my legs, his hands wrapped around my calves, slowly gliding upward to the underside of my bent knees.
“What the hell are you trying to do to me, Hannah? Anybody could have walked in here and seen you like this.”
“I was willing to take my chances,” I gasped, burying my fingers in his hair as the tip of his nose brushed along my collarbone and up my neck, his hot breath fanning over my flesh.
He growled with a slight jerk, pulling me closer, his teeth nipping at my ear. “Not sure I like you as the risk taker.”
“Not sure I believe you,” I rasped as I felt the ripple of need tremble through him.
“This isn’t how I wanted this to play out, Han. Not here.” A groan with a mixture of restraint and lust resonated in his chest as he kept trying to fight what we both wanted.
“I think you’re done calling the shots.”
“Wrong,” he grated.
I squealed as his hands suddenly lifted me into the air, my legs and arms wrapping around him as I held on tight. I kissed down his throat as he carried me to one of the dressing rooms.
Pressing my back to the wall, he pulled the curtain closed behind us. He unhooked my legs from his hips, guiding me to a standing position. His mouth at my ear, he growled, “I’m not fucking you here, Hannah.”
A small whimper escaped from my lips, a heaviness pooling between my legs as his lips burned a trail down my body. He looped his fingers inside the waistband of my panties, slowly dragging them down my legs, leaving them in a puddle at my heels as he shifted back to his knees.
“Billy.” My plea hit the air, my fist opening and closing against the wall as I struggled for something to grasp to stay upright.
His massive hands wrapped around my thighs, spreading them apart as he kissed in between them.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.”
My head fell back with a thump against the wall as I tried to control my breathing. His tongue darted out, licking at my heat. I moaned, pulling greedily at strands of his hair, begging for more. Chills rippled, streaking across my skin. A flash of heat rose quickly through my body as I felt my knees begin to weaken.
Lick and suction.
His mouth was magnificent. A gift from the gods.
As the sensations assaulted me, I arched my back, thrusting my hips forward and pulling his head deeper. Desperate, I clung to the man, needing him in more ways than one.
He palmed the bare cheeks of my ass, his hot tongue continuing to slide against me.
“Billy…I’m close…so close,” I panted.