“I’ll have whatever he’s having.” She gestured to the glass in my hand.
A smile spread over my cheeks. “You sure about that? This’ll create a fire in your belly.”
“Bring it, then.” Her eyes darted up to mine, leveling on me and ripping all the sense from my mind. Ice-blue oceans swirled back at me. I was sure I’d never seen eyes quite that color.
“Woman who handles her liquor, I’m intrigued.” I took another sip, enjoying the way her eyes hovered on my lips with each of my words.
“You’d be surprised what I can handle.” The bartender deposited her drink on the bar top. “Cheers to a good weekend.”
I clinked my glass with hers then watched as she took a healthy swallow. My eyebrows rose and my grin deepened.
This woman had fire, and hell if I wasn’t drawn to her flame.
“I’m going to need another one.” She set the glass on the bar when she’d finished.
“Well, hell, remind me not to go underestimating you again.”
“Again?” She cocked her head to the side, a pretty, sarcastic as hell grin darting across her lips. When she did that, I couldn’t help wanting to cover her mouth with mine, lick up the dips and swells of her body, and make her scream and shudder around me. My dick twitched in my pants, demanding to be let loose and cradled in her warmth. “What makes you think you’ll get a chance at again?”
Sweet fucking Jesus, she had sass. Sassy women were the sexiest to me. There was something about this woman; something that made me want to bend her over and spank that fine ass until she begged me to stop by shoving my rock-hard cock deep into her wet, warm cunt. Just the very idea of that made me feverish.
I’d begun to think I should find myself a nice quiet little thing. Maybe opposites really did attract, and I was barking up the wrong tree when a girl like this one flashed her big, beautiful eyes at me. But damned if I could help it. I was having a visceral reaction just standing so close to her.
“Won’t be the last if I have anything to say about it.”
“You don’t.” She smiled up at me sweetly, winking once before taking another swallow of her newly refreshed drink. Hell, was I looking at the female version of myself? I didn’t know if I should be turned on or run the hell away, but she was intriguing, and no way was I walking away from someone intriguing this weekend. I’d need all the distraction I could get before heading back to the city and my life and putting this marriage business behind me.
I wished the best for my mom, but she’d sort of ruined the idea of commitment for me.
Never could bring myself to say those three words, though I didn’t sweat it. My life was good. What was the point of giving your heart away to someone who inevitably would only break it? My mother was proof enough. I’d seen her in broken relationships time and time again. I didn’t want any part of it. People weren’t built to last, and true love was a mirage the media distorted in order to sell you more junk you didn’t need.
But I had a feeling things would get a little bit better if I got to know this woman.
“Name’s Hudson.”
Her grin deepened, sky-blue eyes sparkling up at me. “Skylar Walsh.”
“Can I get you another drink, Skylar?”
She paused, eyes narrowing adorably before she replied, “Why? Because I'm the nearest thing with boobs?”
Her candid words took me by surprise and forced a chuckle from me. “Because you're the only woman who’s made me care enough to ask her name in a long time, Skylar.” I pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Figure that counts for something.”
Her pupils darkened, lips pressed together before she turned back to the bartender and nodded at him for another. “Smooth talker, then, huh?”
“Call it what you want, but I say what’s on my mind.”
“I can see that.” She took a small sip of her drink then set it back on the bar, turning fully to me.
I’d been so focused on her eyes that I hadn’t even bothered to check out the rest of her, and the rest of her was fucking sinful.
She was the curviest, most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, and living in a city overrun with trendy singles, I’d seen a lot.
None that had caught me off guard quite like this, though.
“What’s on your mind, Hudson?”
I inched closer, brushing her shoulder with mine and sucking in a deep breath of her heady aroma. “I’m thinkin’ the drive up this weekend was damn well worth it, after all.”
Her lips popped open in surprise, warmth creeping up her neck and making me desperate to touch her searing hot skin. Was she as aroused as I was? Did she feel this push and pull careening between us?