Page 8 of Bound By Fire

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“No, you’re a great chaperone…wingman…whatever the hell you are. You’ve done a good job. I’m giving you full marks.”

He laughs again, and I’m not so sure what’s funny, only that I like it when he laughs. I really, really like it. This time, he pulls his full bottom lip between his teeth as he sobers, holding it there as his eyes move to mine.

They’re definitely more green than gray.

“I’m clearly really bad at picking someone up.”

“No, you’re not. If you go over there again and she approaches you?—”

“I’m trying to pickyouup, Robyn. Not the redhead.”

I frown. “No, you are not.” I shake my head. I snicker, rolling my eyes.

“I really am.” He nods. “I clearly suck at it, but I’m trying hard not to scare you off.”

“Why would you scare me off?”

My heart is hammering in my chest.

“I’m a straight talker.”

“I can handle that.”

“I’m not so sure you can.” He shakes his head. “Maybe this was a mistake.” He puts down what’s left of his beer.

“Wait a second. Give it a try.” I shrug. “Give it to me straight.”

He licks his lips. He looks unsure.

“Try me.”

He steps right into my space, and I have to really crane my head to keep my eyes on his. His nostrils flare. He looks angry, but I think he’s just really serious and really intense, and I like it.

“Should we go back to your place, Robyn?”

“That wasn’t so hard.” I smile.

“I’d like to strip you, lick you out until you come, and then fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

I swallow so thickly that I’m sure the person on the other side of the bar hears. I think I might go a little pale. My heart picks up to the point where I can hear it beating.

My panties get a little wet, even though I am slightly terrified.

His nostrils flare again. “You’re turned on.” His voice is gruff. “And a little afraid.”

“I’ve never had a one-night stand. Is that what this would be?”

He nods. “If it helps, I don’t make a habit of this. I like the way you smell, and I find you attractive.”

“How would it work?”

He grins.

“I know how it works,” I push out. “I don’t mean the sex part. The part that comes after. Do you sleep over? Leave when I fall asleep? Leave right away? Do we kiss?”

“You’re overthinking it. Do you want to kiss?”

“Yes…I like kissing.”