Samantha Young E-Bundle: Castle Hill, Until Fountain Bridge, One King's Way(11)

“What can I get you to drink?” the female bartender asked politely.

“A glass of red wine, please.”

I felt Braden’s eyes on me as the bartender turned to get me my drink. Flicking my gaze his way I saw his eyes dancing at my mischief.

He knew exactly what I was up to.

The bartender slid the glass of wine toward me as I attempted not to laugh.

“Hi,” I greeted casually down the bar. “I’m Jocelyn.”

He eyed me for a moment with those intimidating, gorgeous pale blue eyes of his. And then he obviously decided to just go with it when he slipped out of his stool and made his way over to the one next to mine. He gave me a smirk as he reached out to take my hand in his. I felt his thumb rub over my wedding rings. “Braden.”

I gave him a small, flirty smile. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I really should say no.” He held up his ring finger with his wedding band on it. “I’m married.”

“Oh?” I hid my smile, feeling a rush of excitement go through me at our little game. “I didn’t realize. I take it your wife isn’t with you this evening?”

“Apparently not,” Braden answered, his mouth twitching with definite amusement now as our eyes met.

Pretending we weren’t at a bar in an airport but at home, my gaze turned heated in a way Braden understood. “That’s good news.”

“It is?” he glanced down at my left hand.

I turned my diamond so that it sparkled beautifully in the light. “Yeah, I’m married too.”

Eyes staring into mine again, Braden’s reply was thick with a sincerity that somehow managed to be as emotional as it was sexual. “He’s a very lucky man.”

I tilted my head flirtatiously. “That’s what I hear.”

Braden leaned into me and I knew he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

My smile grew. “So can I buy you a drink?”

“I actually think I’d like that.”

The air was charged between us as he waited for my next move. I looked away and called the bartender over. After ordering him a drink, I waited to see if Braden would keep up the pretense with me.

“So, where are you traveling to?” he asked, his tone amused but slightly rough.

I didn’t have to look into his eyes to know he was aroused, but I looked anyway because I needed to.

“Hawaii.” I pressed my leg against his thigh, wishing we weren’t in a public place. I wanted his hands on me.

“Me too.”

“Your drink.” The bartender slid Braden’s drink to him.

We took hold of our glasses and clinked them together.

“Business or pleasure?” I asked saucily.

“Oh, I’m definitely hoping pleasure,” he said as I took a sip of wine.

Slowly I licked a drop of wine off my lower lip, triumphing over the suffocated groan it produced from the back of Braden’s throat. “That makes two of us.”

Eyes still on my mouth, Braden’s hand tightened around his glass. “My wife wouldn’t be too pleased to find a strange woman flirting with me at a bar.”

“Is your wife the jealous type?” I teased.

My amusement was stifled by the intensity of our connection as our eyes held. “She can be,” he murmured.

I sucked in a breath. “Are you the jealous type?”

“Abso-f*cking-lutely.”

I smiled. “So you’re both a little possessive, huh? I don’t suppose she’d like what I’m thinking about doing to you, either.”

Braden ran his gaze over my face before replying. “No, she definitely wouldn’t. But, you know . . . you remind me of my wife.”

Chuckling, I pressed my leg harder against his. “Yeah, you remind me of my husband.”

Eyes glittering with laughter, Braden asked, “What would your husband do if he were here right now?”

“Well, he’s a little possessive himself, but a gentleman, so he’d be polite when he made it perfectly clear to you that I wasn’t yours to flirt with.”

“Smart man.”

“That’s what I hear.”

His laughter always made me feel like I’d won something.

I stared, relishing everything about him. Slowly, his laughter faded and we were staring at each other like we were about to start going at it right there on the bar. “Then what would he do?”

The tingling between my legs flared to life and I felt my breasts swell against the thin material of my sundress. Shifting closer, inhaling his familiar scent, I wished we were somewhere we could do something about being this turned on.

“Jocelyn?”

I cleared my throat. “He’d probably kiss me. And then he’d insist on hearing about all the things I’m going to do to him when I get him alone.”

Braden’s eyes instantly darkened, his head descending toward mine before I could blink. His kiss was deep and hot, and I found myself clinging to him. I shivered at the feel of his hand sliding discreetly under my dress, his touch making my nipples pebble with need. I gasped breaking our kiss.

Barely cognizant of anything around us, I drew his ear to my lips. “As soon as I get you alone,” I whispered, “I’m going to let you f*ck me as hard as you want.” I then went on to elaborate until my breathing grew hitched, and the muscles in Braden’s jaw were tense.