Recipe for Satisfacton(46)
Good thing they were inside, because insects would be sure to take up residence inside Sterling’s mouth, her jaw now sitting on the floor.
Carmen’s skirt was barely the width of a tube top and her shirt… What shirt? She wore a damn bra. She whispered something in his ear but Sterling couldn’t hear over the music. He gripped the woman’s arms and ducked under her embrace.
Carmen gave him a sad face, then she locked eyes with Sterling. The same daggers that shot at her on her way in were being thrown rapid-fire. These Miami women sure liked to give the cut-eye.
What the hell was she doing here? What the hell was Jack thinking, bringing her to this place, to this city, where he had obviously had way too much fun?
He turned slowly to face her, wearing a guilty expression. As he should. “I’m sorry.”
She sighed. What did he have to feel guilty about? He shouldn’t change just because she was around. She knew he was more than this. More than parties and women. He was more than the bad-boy picture the tabloids painted. She wondered if he had any idea how special he was. But for now, she’d play along.
“I’m getting a glimpse at the real Jack Vaughn. I should be honored.”
He grabbed her by the shoulders, an earnest expression taking over his face. “This is not the real Jack Vaughn. It might have been once…but it feels like a lifetime ago. I don’t want to be that man anymore. I’m here with you.”
She lifted her hand to his cheek. “I know.”
Out of the corner of her eye Sterling heard Carmen hiss in frustration as she abruptly turned heel to flounce off, annoyed at Jack’s shift of attention. Bitch. She focused her attention back on the beautiful man in front of her.
He softened against her, his tense shoulders sagging just a little. Despite his reassurance that his interest was directed only at her, she was still curious.
She leaned closer and whispered, “I want to know exactly what you do here that requires a section of the bar to be cleared.”
He smiled, slammed his hand down to catch Alex’s attention, and motioned to the end of the bar.
Immediately, Alex approached the customers sitting at the edge and they moved.
What would it be like to have such power? To have people jump at your every whim?
Jack grabbed her hand and helped her off the stool.
When they reached the end of the bar, he swept her off her feet and sat her down. He grabbed her legs and swiveled her until she laid flat on her back. Alex brought over the tequila and its accoutrements.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.
“Showing you what women usually line up for.”
She shot him a disgruntled look.
He raised his hands in the air in defense. “Not being cocky, just stating fact.”
He poured a shot of tequila. Then he leaned down and kissed her, soft and sweet, and it spoke volumes about the man she’d chosen to spend time with.
When he picked up the saltshaker, she had a feeling she knew where this was going.
“Body shots?” she asked.
He nodded and leaned forward, his lips connecting with her jaw. They moved down until he found that spot on her neck, the spot where her pulse pounded with anticipation. She slanted her head, exposing more of her skin, giving him more access.
He licked her neck and shook the salt onto the wet spot, then traded the salt for a lime wedge. His licked the salt, shot the tequila, then sucked on the lime. Lick. Shoot. Suck. He repeated the actions—pretending to shoot more tequila—on the other side of her neck, then he let out a low growl and claimed his territory at the hollow of her throat and her cleavage.
Sterling started to giggle breathlessly. “Hey, that’s not part of a body shot.”
His eyes pierced hers with a smoldering glare, but then moved down her body, licking the side of her knee and ankle.
Her head swam with desire. The sight of his pink tongue in contact with her skin turned her on more than anything. The knowledge that people could be watching them, witnessing this intimate encounter, only fueled her lust higher, faster…deeper.
He returned to the top half of her body and ended with a kiss.
“We’ll have to continue this in our hotel room,” he whispered. “There are a lot of other parts I’d like to lick underneath that dress.”
She sucked in a deep breath. She was all on board.
He grinned at her reaction. “Too bad I’m not done with you here yet.”
She sat up but he kept her seated on the bar, her legs dangling over the edge, and ordered two beers. He stood between her thighs, sipping on his beer. It took all the willpower she could muster not to launch off the bar into his arms and ravish him in public. She tamped down her libido and initiated small talk.