“I’ll catch you later, man,” Becker said. If he closed his laptop and joined them at the bar, he didn’t know that he’d be able to keep his hands off Megan. If he were in the same five-foot vicinity, he didn’t think he’d be able to resist running a thumb over her hip bone, watching the look in her eyes shift from playful to hungry as her lips parted and her breathing intensified. He wouldn’t say a word, he’d just grab her hand, pull her into the supply closet, and have an encore of the other night.
Numbers became his best friend now, and for the next several minutes he ran report after report on suppliers, on inventory, on the bar’s monthly sales until that was all that was in his head.
“Working hard?”
So much for his concentration. There she was, sliding into the seat across from him, fixing that sexy grin on him.
“Trying my best,” he said.
“You run a nice bar,” she said, waving her hand around to show the inside of the Panting Dog. “I was thinking about it when I was out for a hike this morning.”
“Glad you like it. Glad it kept you occupied on the trails.”
“It did and I do. I’m tempted to have another Chihuahua,” she said, lowering her voice as she mentioned the beer she’d had with him that first night.
“Yeah? You liked that Chihuahua?” He lifted an eyebrow, cautious about engaging in this sort of banter, but eager, too.
“I did. I liked it a lot,” she said, her mouth forming a gorgeous O on the last word.
He shut his eyes briefly, letting the quick bolt of lust roll through him. Then he opened them. “You’re making it hard to work,” he said, lowering his voice.
“Am I? Making it hard?”
He swallowed. His throat was dry. “Yes,” he said, his skin heating up. She glanced briefly at the bar. Smith and Jamie were laughing at something as they walked to the back section, leaving them alone.
“Megan,” he whispered as a warning.
“Yes?” she said, dropping her hand below the table and tap-dancing her fingers along his knee.
He drew a deep, fueling breath. “What are you doing to me?”
The expression on her face shifted from the flirty-playful look to a more serious one. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’m supposed to be staying away from you.”
“Yeah, and vice versa.”
“My brother even told me to.”
“Did he?”
“Yep. He said he thought we were checking each other out at coffee the other day.”
He chuffed a humorless laugh. Travis was too fucking observant for his own good. Or maybe Becker was just too obvious. “Were we? Checking each other out?”
“Well, considering that was after you sent me all those naughty text messages, I would definitely have to say so,” she said, wiggling an eyebrow.
Now he laughed for real. “All those naughty text messages? If memory serves, there were only a few even sent.”
She shrugged happily. “Maybe then I was just thinking of all the other ones I wanted to send.”
Desire slammed into him once more, like a punishing wave. He had to stay very, very still, or else he’d have no choice but to get that woman naked and up against the wall.
“Were you now?”
“I was.”
“Like what?”
She kept her gaze locked on him, never wavering, as she dropped her voice to a heated whisper. “Like how I wanted you again. All the different ways.”
“What sort of ways?” he asked, playing with fire, but doing it anyway.
She glanced around, maybe needing her own confirmation that the coast was clear, then leaned closer, her breasts brushing the table, her gorgeous face near enough for him to kiss. “Right now I’m thinking about how much I’d like to be on top of you on that chair.”
He hissed in a breath. His eyes grew hazy; his sanity seemed to have slunk away. Restraint was walking on a path out the door.
“I like the way you look on top of me,” he said, low and hot.
“I like the way I feel when I’m on top of you.”
“How do I make you feel?” he asked, going on a hunting expedition. But hell, she was a willing partner, and he told himself they were safe enough right here. This was all talk, no action, so it was fine.
“Like there’s nothing else in the world. Like you want nothing more than to make me feel amazing,” she said, her voice feathery.
“That’s what I wanted the night we were together. I loved making you feel good. The fact that I only made you come twice pissed me off,” he said, keeping his hands on the table and out of trouble.
She breathed out the sexiest little sigh. One only he could hear. Meant only for him. Full of need and desire. “But you’ve made me come more than twice,” she said, keeping her eyes hooked on him as she confessed.