Page 5 of Sin With Me

“It’s good. But it’s going straight to myhead.”

“You’ll be fine. But you need anotherone.”

“Noway.”

“See, you’re notfun.”

Okay, enough was enough. I was fun! At least, I used to be, before I had to hide out as a timid church secretary who had no life. Maybe Lola was right. Would it hurt me if I let loose just for one night?

“You want fun? I’ll show you fun.” I scanned the room until my gaze landed on a man’s back. It was the same guy I thought I’d seen earlier. He looked handsome from this angle, and I wondered what he looked like from the front. Judging by the length of his legs resting on the bottom rung of the bar stool and by the width of his shoulders, he was tall. Very tall, in fact. I didn’t recall anyone of that height in town. Hopefully he didn’t have a beard.

I hopped off my chair. “Watch and learn, Lola.”

“Kate, wait. That’s… ah, never mind.” She waved her hand. “Go ahead. Make your move, honey.”

“I have a hundred moves,” I said, as I stepped off the barstool. I felt a slight sway on my feet and realized that after the quick drink, I already had way more courage running through my veins than usual. On a normal day, I wouldn’t care. My life and my privacy were too precious at the moment to get involved with anyone. But tonight, this little town in the middle of nowhere, where everyone sort of knew me but didn’t really know me, seemed safe enough to let loose a little.

He threw back a shot of what I thought was tequila and sucked on a lemon. That was not how you drank tequila, and it appeared that my new friend-to-be needed a lesson. Except I couldn’t move. I turned back around to see Lola give me an encouraging nod along with a double thumbs up, so I took a deep breath and stepped forward, then stopped again just to watch him throw back anothershot.

Jesus, that washot.

From a side view, his lips were plump and glistened with the remains of alcohol. An urge to lick the drops left on his mouth flew threw me as an odd tingling grew in my stomach.

We’ll only have a conversation, nothing more, I thought, because honestly, I couldn’t allow anything more. Even if he didn’t have a beard. I was doing this to get Lola off my back. I stepped forward and sat on the stool beside the stranger. When he motioned with his hand for another shot, I jumped in. “I’ll have the same, Bert.”

The handsome man turned around to face me, and my heart almost stopped. His cheeks were chiseled, lips luscious and promising, and he was clean-shaven, like a baby’sbutt.

Don’t think about baby’s butts!

It had been so long since I’d seen a man without stubble or a beard that I’d forgotten how good a hair-free face actually looked. His blue eyes framed by long dark lashes pierced through me, his tanned complexion acting as the perfect backdrop for his captivating gaze. A hint of his musky cologne wafted toward me and swirled in my lungs.

Bert passed me my shot with a slice of lemon, and I lifted the glass to him. “You’re drinking your tequila wrong.”

His brows rose amusingly. “What’s the right way, then?”

“You’re licking the salt off your hand, right?”

I felt my right brow rise with the question.

“Yes. Is there a different spot you’d prefer me to lick from?” he asked.

Was that a come on? I shook off the sudden wave of lust as the thought of him licking the natural salt off my body swept through me. And there’d be a lot of salt to lick because I’d be dripping with sweat after he fuckedme.

A shudder of delight flew through me at the thought.

“No, you dip the lemon in the salt and then suck it. No need to be licking any germs off those hands, is there? Especially when we don’t know where they’vebeen.”

His mouth shifted further up. “I know where mine have been. But now I’m curious where yourshave.”

Gawd, he’shot.

And I was getting hot as well. A drop rolled down between my boobs, and I regretted wearing black.

“Well, I mean like bacteria and stuff. We all touch doorknobs and railings. You shouldn’t be licking your hands without a proper wash first.” My voice trembled. It had become so natural for me to be innocent—almost second nature – that the shit that sometimes came out of my mouth surprised even me. It was that whiskey Lola had forced me to gulp that was messing with me. And it was making me hot. Wayhot.

“Cheers!” he said, lifting the shot glass.

I bit my lip and watched him as he followed my instructions, dipping the lemon in the salt and downing the shot without a grimace, then sucking on the citrus. After a moment, he asked, “Better?”

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