Beck leaned over and spoke in her ear. “Nobody touches you but me, gorgeous. Got it?”
“Got it.” That reassured her.
He brushed his lips over her cheek, then popped a lime wedge into his mouth. She watched in fascination as he bent closer and rubbed the lime against her lips. She opened and closed her teeth around it. The puckery taste of lime filled her mouth.
Beck poured a shot and this time he was the one who dribbled it over her belly. The cool liquid made her shiver. With another wicked grin, he bent his head and licked. His tongue was warm compared to the tequila, and it stroked sensuously over her skin, swirling in her navel, licking down low to the edge of her jeans, then back up. And up. He licked all the way to her top, bunched beneath her breasts, then he rubbed his face between her breasts, licked up her chest, and plucked the lime from her lips.
The crowd cheered, even louder this time. He’d made the show even sexier, and Hayden’s pussy pulsed with lust. Beck sucked the lime briefly, his eyes on hers, then removed it and dropped it. He leaned over to kiss her again, this time long and slow…and in front of a bunch of people. She tasted the spice of the tequila and the tang of the lime and Beck’s sexy taste. Then he drew the hem of her tank top down and helped her sit up.
She grinned and did a fist pump.
“Wow, baby.” Beck smiled into her eyes. “How was that?”
“Crazy. I keep doing crazy things around you.”
“It’s just fun.”
“I know.”
Cade helped her off the bar, and that apparently ended the body shots for the evening. Hayden straightened her tank top. She looked down at herself, her skin still damp from Beck’s tongue. She swallowed. Damn. Now she wanted his tongue to lick her everywhere.
She returned to her seat, Beck following on the other side of the bar. Marco and Cade were busy looking after customers.
She picked up her paloma and drained it. “I can’t believe I did that.”
“Nobody was harmed in the doing of the body shot.” He smiled at her. “And you have the sexiest stomach.” He leaned closer. “Wanna lick you more. Everywhere. Come back to my place tonight so I can do that.”
“Will you be licking tequila off me?”
His eyes darkened. “If you want.”
“What about if I wanted to lick tequila off you?”
He sucked in air through his teeth. “I’m down with that.”
“Or up for that.”
His slow smile made her blood heat. “Yeah. That too.”
Now she couldn’t wait for the rest of the evening to be over. But the bar was a fun place. Helena and Joe talked to her, surprisingly nice when they weren’t arguing with each other. When Beck couldn’t stay and talk to her, Cade or Marco was there, sometimes both of them.
“You guys both parachute too?” she asked them.
“Yeah, that’s a requirement.”
“Beck told me he was afraid of heights.”
They exchanged glances. Uh-oh. Had she told them something she shouldn’t have?
“He told you that?” Marco asked slowly.
“Yeah.” She hesitated. “He said it was hard to rock climb too, because of that, but he conquered that fear.”
Cade nodded. “Yep. We all had to conquer a lot of fears.”
“I wouldn’t think Navy SEALs were afraid of anything.”
“Everyone’s afraid of something, belleza.” Marco smiled.
“Not me,” Cade said.
“Bullshit.” Marco grinned and gave him a push. “Go back to your office, numbers boy. Go do what you’re good at and leave the bar to us.”
“Happy to,” Cade muttered, and disappeared.
“Numbers boy?”
“He’s our business guy. We all have different responsibilities. He’s good with numbers. He’s the one who tells us if we’re making money.”
“Ah. So Beck is the charming bartender everyone likes to talk to. What’s your role?”
“I’m the tequila expert.”
“Right.”
She turned her head to watch Beck, down at the end of the bar, chatting with a group of women. Gorgeous women. As he had last weekend, he attracted a lot of female attention. Hayden’s chest tightened, watching him smile at them, nodding at something one of them had said. That smile that made her panties melt was probably having the same effect on them.
“He looks like that at everyone,” Marco said, leaning closer. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
She repressed her sigh and turned to Marco with a smile. “I know.”
Which meant it didn’t mean anything when he looked at her that way. And she needed to remember that.
She glanced around the bar, which had grown somewhat quieter. It was getting late. Fatigue settled over her, the euphoria from her earlier adventure deflating like a balloon. She wanted to go home. She watched Beck approach behind the bar, drying his hands on a white towel, looking so damn gorgeous, his tattooed biceps flexing against the short sleeves of his black T-shirt, his dark eyes intense, his smile blinding. Marco disappeared.