Bound for Me (Be for Me #4)(30)



He couldn’t stay away. Couldn’t wait another moment. She was so f*cking hot he wanted another kiss. Now.

Staking a claim?

Hell yes.

Summerhill was his. And for the time being, she was his too.

He hated all those other guys looking at her, watching the way she moved as she flipped bottles while simultaneously flipping off any potential flirts. They all got off on her bitchy attitude. Yeah, he knew exactly what they were thinking because he sure as shit was thinking it. Fact was she owned the balls of every man present. Even his.

Especially his.

“Connor.” Her voice was hoarse but her gaze didn’t waver from his. Her eyes sparkled but were hard. Bewitching him. Because despite that brilliant glitter, he knew the reason for the defense.

She was aroused. And she didn’t want to be.

So that made two of them.

As he looked at her, everything that should matter, didn’t. All thoughts of his company, his family, his life… Nothing mattered in the face of this.

Want.

He’d had so many propositions tonight, could pick from an assortment of beautiful, willing bedmates. But he didn’t want any of those women.

Only Savannah.

He was screwed.

And he was pissed with her for being here at all. But she wasn’t one to run away from a threat. Wasn’t going to be cowed by those jerks. She’d fronted up determined to own the place. Which she did. For a while there he’d actually been proud.

But he was sick of pouring drinks now. Sick of the eyes-all-over-her, the comments. Dante, Luca’s younger brother, could step up. He was taking Savannah home.

But he couldn’t seem to move. Couldn’t seem to breathe.

Her lips glistened from the melted ice. His mouth watered. He wanted to taste so bad. Not just her mouth, but her body, her sex. He wanted every intimacy he hadn’t had the chance to take the other night. He wanted to lick every part of her, taste her orgasm, swirl his tongue in her—

“Connor.”

Her voice whispered across his skin, yet it was like she’d whipped him. He flinched.

“You need to serve some people.”

“No.” He didn’t. He needed to serve her. Then he’d have every inch of her.

Own her for the night.

But just as he moved to take her hand, he caught sight of a tall, unsmiling figure leaning idly against the back wall.

Fuck.

He was jerked back to reality. Not what he wanted right now.

“I need a minute.” Connor reached behind her and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge.

“Clearly.” She muttered. “You can’t handle the pace?” Her eyes glinted at him. “I don’t know what it is with staff these days, they have no stamina,” she shrugged. “You look the part, but you can’t keep up.”

She was paying him back for the kiss, but he knew the truth. She was a live volcano under the ice act and in his arms she melted faster than butter on a griddle.

He took a couple deep breaths and walked away from the bar, ignoring the hungry-eyed stares from so many of the women and the frat-house comments from half the guys.

Finally he reached the man standing apart from all the rest and handed him the beer. “When did you get back?”

Hunter Shaw took the beer but didn’t take his eyes off the woman standing behind the bar. “Savannah Nash. Looks like trouble.”

Connor exhaled. Trust Hunter, security specialist and part-time PI, to get straight to it. “Yeah, I have that figured already.”

Hunter didn’t look surprised. “Rumor has it you had an interesting night last night.”

“How can you have been here for less than five minutes and know this already?” Connor glared at his friend.

“I have my sources.” Hunter actually cracked a smile and finally glanced at him. “You know her father—”

“Don’t.” Connor shut him up. “I’m dealing with it.”

“By f*cking her?”

Connor didn’t answer.

Hunter’s eyes widened. Which for Hunter was an extreme reaction. “Shit, Con. You finally went balls deep after who knows how long, and you chose her?” He shook his head. “And there’s everyone thinking Logan’s the risk-taker, what the f*ck were you thinking—ohhhh.”

What? Connor stared at his buddy. He hadn’t been thinking at all, at the time actually.

“Smart,” Hunter lifted his beer in a toast. “Devious in fact. I’d even stretch to evil genius. Or maybe just bastard.”

“I prefer evil genius.” Though he still didn’t get what he’d done that was so evil or so genius.

“You screwed her to silence her. No way she can go public now. She’ll be too much the scorned lover.”

A flame licked over Connor’s abdomen, charring his gut. So she had been planning to go public. “You knew she was going to talk?”

“Maybe. What else could she do?” Hunter looked thoughtful. “I can get a full dossier on her together for you in a matter of hours. In fact—”

“No,” Connor held up his hand. “I don’t want to see it.”

Hunter looked at him like he’d gone loco. “Don’t you want to know what you’re really up against?”

Connor already knew. One determined, intelligent, wary woman.

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