Sinner (Shelter Harbor #1)(31)
“That’s gin.”
“And?”
“Yeah, we’re not giving you gin.”
She groans. “Oh my God, you’re impossible.”
“Go ahead and trust me on this one, okay?”
She turns back, her hand coming up to push her hair back and tuck it behind her ears in this adorable and yet totally hot way.
“What about…” she traces her fingers across the bottles on the shelf, my eyes dancing over her.
God she looks good.
Not in a skanky way like the girls I usually bring up here either. She just looks good. Wholesome good.
This is a new thing for me.
“How about this one.”
“You’re picking on labels aren’t you?”
“Well, yeah.”
She holds up the bottle of tequila.
“Tequila.”
“I can read.”
I grin. “All right, fuck it. Let’s try it.”
I grab a fresh glass and pour her another small one.
“Oh, hang on.” I stop her before she can take the glass and grab a lime from the fruit basket on my counter and a knife from the drawer. I slice her off a bit.
“Chase it with this.”
“Chase it?”
“Bite the lime after. And don’t shoot it this time. Just take a sip.”
She picks up the glass. “Cheers.” She sips, her eyes water, but she bites the lime.
She grins.
“Okay, that’s my drink.”
I laugh. “That quick, huh?”
“I could get used to it.”
“Oh, wonderful. Your father will shoot me.”
She giggles. “Oh, he would if he knew I was here.”
I freeze. “Wait, what?”
She laughs. “Sorry.”
“Where does he think you are?”
“Making hymnal copies at your dad’s office up at the church.”
I groan.
“He wouldn’t actually kill you,” she says with a laugh, picking her glass up.
“Comforting, thanks.”
“Are you having one?”
“Well, I’ve got a southern preacher who may or may not come looking to shoot me for corrupting his daughter’s mortal soul, so, yeah, I think that calls for a drink.”
She laughs as I grab another glass, spill some tequila into it, and cut off another slice of lime. “Sláinte.”
“What’s that?”
“Cheers. It’s Gaelic.”
She grins. “Well, sláinte, then”
We clink glasses and take a sip.
Eva clears her throat. “So, I actually came here to start.”
My brow perks up. “Start?
“The lessons,” she says quietly.
Aaaand my cock is hard. Rock. Fucking. Hard.
“This why you wanted a drink.”
She blushes. “Liquid courage.”
“Well, shit.” I sigh, taking another big sip of tequila. “Well, c’mon then.” I jerk my head away from the kitchen counter and lead her into the living room area by the window. “Couch. Sit.” I grin. “Class is now in session.”
She grins at me curiously before smoothing her dress down and sitting.
Suddenly, this feels like a high school date, not like the kind of dates I usually bring here. The dates I bring here are already on my lap, or bent over with their panties around their ankles.
Not her.
“So, lay it on me.”
She looks at me nervously. “Just… go ahead?”
“Any question.”
She blinks, and quickly chases another sip tequila before she puts the glass down and folds her hands on her lap. She looks up at me.
“What’s cowgirl?”
I snort out a laugh. “Wow.”
Eva blushes, her brow wrinkling as she looks down. “What?”
“Jumping right in, huh?”
“Well you mentioned it the other night, and I didn’t know what it is.”
“You know the others.”
She blushes. “Yes.”
“Doggy?”
Her face is bright red, in an adorable way that’s making me grin. “Yes,” she says quietly.
I chuckle, sipping my drink. “Cowgirl is exactly what it sounds like. So what do cowgirls do?”
“Ride horses?”
“Exactly.”
She frowns. “What does- oh.”
She quickly looks into her drink.
“I think you’re getting it.”
She grins shyly. “Yeah, I think I got that one.”
She shifts, taking a sip.
The vinyl Ramones record I’d been listening to when she walked in stops.
“I’ll get it,” she says quickly, jumping up from the couch and skipping over to the media center against the wall.
“I’m a little punk-ed out, actually.” I take a seat on the couch. “If you just hit play on the iPod that’s plugged in, it should just play whatever played last.”