Page 20 of Brands

“Looks good on you.” And I’m not being sarcastic.

It casts a shadow over her nose and cheeks, highlighting her pink lips and bare shoulders in her low cut blouse.

They’re begging for me to touch them.

I should get a medal for resisting.

“Do you want another drink?” Call me an asshole for wanting to keep her fixated on me.

Her mouth twists as she thinks before she finally shakes her head.

“I think one more and I’d be finding a corner to take a nap.” She glances at Char, who’s straddling Dixon and smothering him with kisses, then back to me with a grin. “Think you can take me home?”

“I’d be honored.” And relieved I’ll have her away from the hungry stares I’ve seen on some of the other men here.

She’s choosingme.

If only she knew the filthy fucking thoughts going through my head.

When she stands, she teeters unsteadily.

Instinct has my palm snaking out to cup her elbow.

“Char? We’re leaving.” Her words run together, and end with a hiccup.

She’s hammered.

Val did make those extra strong for me.

But makes me extra wary of how I act.

“Okay, drive safe.” Char leans over and gives Libby a half-hug before curling herself back around Dix.

Lucky bastard.

Dixon just nods at me as I help Libby with her jacket.

I let just one finger brush her smooth skin.

My only indulgence.

Libby must have other ideas, because her hand wraps my bicep in a death grip as her other winds itself into mine.

She’s nearly hanging off me while I navigate us through the thinning people to the door.

“Whew!” she exclaims when we step outside. “It’s freaking cold out here.” Her mouth forms a perfect circle blowing steaming rings with her hot breath.

“You shouldn’t do that.” I try to keep my expression neutral. “You’re begging Jack Frost to stick his finger in there.” I unlock the passenger side of my truck and pull it open for her.

She moves closer, pressing her chest against my belly. “What, like this?” Her lips open farther and her jaw works another warm bubble of mist.

God damn it, she’s tempting.

So, I prove my point, and poke my index finger between her teeth.

I barely get it out before she snaps shut.

“See? Told ya.” I grin and step back.

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