“I’ve had four margaritas in three hours. Why would you think I’d be doing shots?”
“Miz G said it was a pixie dust night. That’s what pixie dust is, darlin’. A very potent shot. After one, you’re dancin’ on the tables. After two, you’re under the table.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Good thing I haven’t had any.”
“Very good thing.” He angled his head closer, letting his mouth touch the spot below her jaw, then he moved into her hairline and inhaled the scent of her. He growled, “Christ you smell good.”
“I can’t think when you whisper in my ear like that.”
“That’s our problem; we both think too much.”
Jade’s hand landed on his chest. “Is that what you’ve been doing the past forty-eight hours since our plan for alone time bit the dust? Thinking?”
“I’m a man of action. I have a plan in place and a place for us since I’ve thought of little else the past forty-eight hours. You can feel how hard my heart is beating. And if you moved that sexy ass closer, you’d feel how hard my cock is.”
“Tobin.”
“Would you like to get out of here?” Maybe it made him sound desperate. But fuck, he was damn near desperate for her.
She pushed his face away with the side of her head. Then she placed a single, soft kiss on the pulse point on the side of his throat. “Yes.”
Thank fuck.
When Tobin eased back to kiss her, she pressed her fingers over his lips.
“Not until we’re truly alone, okay? No interruptions this time.”
He uncurled her fingers from his shirt and kissed the center of her palm before clasping her hand in his and pushing to his feet.
Riss and Ike were standing by the bar.
“We’re taking off.”
“Have fun. Text me later, New York.” Riss scowled at Ike. “Feel free to hit the road too, since you weren’t invited.”
“Am I scaring away the dirtbags you planned to get down and dirty with, La-riss-a?”
“Dirt washes off. I’ll take that over your asshole behavior any day, Ike.”
“Really?” Ike leaned closer to her. “Hate sex can be really fuckin’ hot. Don’t you think?” But he might as well have said, Don’t you remember?
Riss said, “I don’t think about things I hate, douche bag. Ever.”
“Do I need to warn security there might be a bloodbath?” Tobin asked.
Ike said “yes” the same time Riss said “no,” and even Jade rolled her eyes.
Tobin led Jade through the crowd, forcing himself to take measured steps and not break into a sprint.
Once they were outside, he spun and hauled her against his body, tilting her head back to get at her mouth.
The tart and sweet taste of her exploded on his tongue. He kissed her with hunger, greedily swallowing her soft groans.
Jade broke the kiss first. “I want more than this.”
“So does that mean you won’t be pissed that I rented a room for tonight before I walked into the bar?”
Those beautiful eyes locked onto his. “You did?”
Tobin swept her hair back from her face. “I didn’t want you drinking and driving.”
“Is that the only reason? You were concerned for my safety?”
“No.” He laughed. “I’m a nice guy, but not that nice.”
“But you are prepared like any good Boy Scout would be.”
He got right in her face. “I’m no Boy Scout.”
“Prove it.”
His mind was a maze of lust as he towed her toward his truck. The two-block drive to the motel happened in the blink of an eye, and they stood outside room 118 as he jammed the keycard in the slot and the green light flashed.
Once they were inside the dark room, he realized they’d lost that urgency.
Leaving the lights off, he slipped her purse off her shoulder and tossed it aside. He pushed her up against the door, twining one hand in her hair and burying his face in her neck, letting the spicy floral scent of her skin take him back to that moment where desire overruled common sense.
Jade didn’t wait for him to make the first move. Her mouth found his and she slipped her hands beneath his T-shirt, her cool fingers trailing up, over his abdomen, pausing at the top of his rib cage to stroke the cut of muscle that defined his pectorals.
Gooseflesh erupted from her erotic caress. He kissed her harder, absolutely on fire for this woman. His hand drifted down the center of her torso, gravitating toward the buttons that kept her bare curves beneath his greedy hands. “Jade,” he panted against her lips, “baby, we’ve gotta lose some clothes.”
“You first.”
He retreated only far enough to pull the T-shirt over his head. Then his mouth returned to hers and he fumbled to unbutton her blouse as she trailed her fingertips up and down his sides, from the base of his armpit to the waistband of his jeans.