A Dirty Business (Kings of New York #1)(8)

Ashton: Fucking duh, man.

I laughed, a dry one, but that cut out as soon as she slid into Eric’s abandoned side.

I grinned, slow and steady. “Finally.”

My god, she was beautiful. Her hair had been hanging free and loose when she’d first walked in, but it was now put up in a braid, perhaps to match one of her bowling companions. Either way, her skin was glowing, her lips a little fuller than what I’d remembered, but she was seething.

Her hands clasped together, and she rested her elbows on the table, leaning toward me. “What do you want?” Her words were clipped.

I picked up my drink, swished the liquid around as I slowly leaned in to match her posture. I breathed out the word right before I took a sip. “You.”

I did not miss how her chest rose. She sucked in some oxygen, but her eyes flickered. There was a wildness there, a brief second before she slammed a wall down and shot back in the seat. “Thought you couldn’t stand me. I’m a cop.”

“You’re a parole officer. There’s a difference.” My tone was bored, but I was anything but that. I was invigorated. “I’m also aware you’ve been doing your job for years, and you’re quite good at it.”

She was glaring at me, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. Or she didn’t want to. “How do you know that?”

I lowered my head, my eyes never moving from hers. “I hired a PI. For being a PO, you’re not perceptive about a guy following you.”

Her nostrils flared. “I met you three nights ago.”

“Exactly.”

“You got all of that in three days?”

“Two, actually, but he’s updating the file each day. I’m enjoying every tidbit he’s finding out about you.”

“Stop it.” She jerked forward, but I loved it. It only brought her closer, and my gaze went to her mouth.

Those lips. Those very full lips that I hadn’t tasted. Not yet.

My dick was trying to tunnel its way out of my pants.

“No.” I whispered those words, loving how they produced that wildness back in her gaze, just for a moment.

I wanted more of that.

I wanted to be the one to let that person loose, whoever she was inside.

“I have a case for harassment here.”

I chuckled, leaning back, but I held my glass in the air between us. “Try it. It’s my foreplay.”

That wild look came back, and it was staying longer each time it did.

I started to wonder what she would do if I got her to stay longer. What did I need to do to make that happen?

“I don’t even know your name.”

I glanced to where she’d come from, seeing her remaining friends all looking our way. They were trying to sneak their looks, but they were horrible at it. The one friend, the one I knew was her roommate, wasn’t hiding at all. She was grinning widely at us and almost clapping her hands. Her delight was obvious.

“Your friend has horrible taste in men.”

She sucked in her breath, and I saw her fingers tighten on the edge of the table. She’d been holding on. I’d missed that part, but now even that captivated me.

“That’s what I thought.” Her eyes locked with mine, growing heated, some anger shining through. “You’re a bad guy.”

I paused before I responded because there was more here.

She wanted me back. I knew the signs, but she was fighting herself, and it seemed I had just confirmed her suspicion.

I gave her a slow smile, knowing it was a predatory one. “You already knew that much, but you also know that it won’t stop what will happen between you and me.”

She leaned back.

Eric was returning, pausing when he saw she was across from me. He gave me a slight nod, flashing two fingers, and moved to the bar, where he slid onto one of the stools. The owner, who had been sneaking looks at us, moved to serve Eric.

I scanned the room. For a moment, no one was watching us.

I moved, grabbing her hand, and before she could yelp, I whisked her through the exit door.

“What are you—”

My mouth found hers, and she froze.

Finally. I know how she tastes.

I waited, my lips coaxing over hers, waiting for her reaction.

Then she gave in.

I angled my head, taking advantage because I knew this wasn’t going to last, but my god, I was going to savor every taste I got of her.





CHAPTER EIGHT


JESS


He had me against the wall, and my arms were around him.

It happened so fast. With his touch on my arm, he had me out of the booth and through the door, and then bam, his lips were on mine, and I hadn’t been expecting it. Not that touch. Not any of it. As soon as his fingers were on me, there was an explosion of sensation.

A feeling of familiarity, and of home, and excitement, all at once.

But then his lips were touching mine, and that was a whole other ball game.

My body was burning up. The looks. The feeling of him watching me all night long. How he had enjoyed me at the game, all of it was rolled up in one burst of electricity.

I could’ve climbed him like he was my own pole, but all I did, for one brief moment, was give in.

I surrendered, because he hadn’t been the only one thinking of this since that Thursday night. My body had been aching, but then sanity came back to me, and I shoved him off.