His nostrils flared and his jaw tensed. He leaned forward, speaking directly into her ear so that she could hear him over the music. “Sugar and spice and all things nice.”
It was the strangest thing anyone had ever said to her. His deep voice sent shivers down her spine. “Pardon? What?” Her tongue felt thick and her mouth dry. Why the hell had she consumed so much alcohol?
He threw her a devastating smile that made her heart race and her panties turn just a little damp. Then he leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. She was sure she was mistaken because he seemed to sniff at her. No way. It couldn’t be. Yet, he did it again.
Goose flesh rose up on her arms and her breath quickened.
“Sugar…and spice”—he sniffed—“and all things nice. It’s how you smell to me.” He pulled back a little. Damn but he was handsome. Ridiculously so. It made her knees weak.
Then she remembered the drinks she had knocked back. One after the other. And a thought occurred to her that made her frown. It also made the most sense. “Wait just a minute. Wait just one little minute. You’re seriously hot.” She said, swaying a little on her feet.
He reached out and clasped her waist, holding her steady. “You’ve had a little too much to drink. You scent heavily of alcohol.”
She felt her cheeks heat. She must smell pretty bad if he could tell she had been drinking. She put a hand over her mouth, feigning shock when she was actually trying to smell her breath. Didn’t smell bad to her. Then again, what did she know? She was drunk.
“You humans are greatly affected by alcohol.” He grinned. “Would you like me to carry you?”
Would she ever?
She felt herself frown. She had probably heard him wrong. Humans? Why would he refer to her as a human? Jenna giggled. She really was never drinking again.
Not ever.
His hand still clasped her waist. Her skin felt warm there. Her whole body prickled with awareness and anticipation. “You’re really gorgeous. You do know that, don’t you?” Her tongue felt thick as she spoke. His eyes were so damned beautiful. As was the masculine line of his jaw…all of him.
“You’ve been drinking and are not thinking clearly or rationally.”
Jenna licked her lips and sighed. “You’re not really as good-looking as this, are you? You can’t be. I’d go to bed with a ten and wake up with a one. No…” She wagged a finger at him. “There will be noooo sex tonight. Besides, rules are rules.”
The gorgeous man in front of her, that wasn’t really gorgeous, smiled accentuating the slight cleft in his jaw. She was probably just imagining that too. It made him all the more handsome. His smile turned quizzical as a deep frown appeared on his forehead. “I’m not sure what you mean by the numbers or the rules. As to the way that I look…” He shrugged. “What you see is what you get.” He removed his hands from her waist, hooking them into his jean pockets. “The no sex part is a crying shame.”
She followed the movement, noticing how his shirt pulled snugly around some serious muscles, his hips were as narrow as his thighs were thick. There was a bulge…
Jenna looked up so quickly that she almost gave herself whiplash. “Oh, so I can have what I see?” She giggled at her silly joke, stopping when he remained completely serious. Jenna cleared her throat. “The numbers.” She took a deep breath, trying to think straight. Maybe she should’ve had some dinner before drinking. “It’s a rating system. One being butt ugly and ten being burn-up-the-sheets hot.”
He grinned. “You gave me a ten.”
Jenna shook her head, which made her feel a bit woozy. She swallowed thickly. “I said that you look like a ten but are probably a one.”
He lifted his amazing eyes in thought for a second or two before locking his gaze back with hers. “Butt ugly…” He shrugged before leaning in really close. It was as if he was looking over her shoulder at something. He made a low growling noise which she was too drunk to find weird. The sound made her panties soaking wet. She caught a whiff of his very manly scent. It made her toes curl and her blood rush.
“It would depend on the ass in question. Yours just happens to be”—he moved in really close—“damned sexy. In which case, a one isn’t so bad after all.”
Then her stomach gave a lurch. She sucked in a deep breath and looked down, trying to get the queasiness under control. Damned alcohol. What had she been thinking? She needed to eat something. Like right now. The thought made her stomach clench. Waves of nausea rolled through her.
Oh shit!
Jenna grabbed ahold of his shirt. “I need to go outside.” Maybe some fresh air would help. Oh Lord! Before he could reply, she vomited all over both of them. It left her with such force that she gave new meaning to the word projectile.