Page 12 of I Love Rock n Wine

“Right, the name Heath might be a bit more common in the Irish realm.” I twisted my lip, trying hard to focus on anything else.Of course, when you have a crush on someone, you do look into their history. I knew this man was half Irish, half Puerto Rican, and all hotness.

“Tiff?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s on your mind?”

I flushed even more, not wanting to share my thoughts. So, I shook my head, but he wasn’t about to be deterred.

“Tell me.Something wicked has to be there for you to have that sexy color painting your skin.”

Oh god.

We hadn’t gotten to that point in our relationship. Not the one for sexual talk and fantasies. Had we?

“Your tattoo,” I blurted out, slamming my mouth closed. He raised a brow, but I just shook my head. Nope, couldn’t give him anymore.

“This tattoo?” he asked, pointing at it with his other hand.

“Yes.It’s given me all kinds of naughty thoughts.” I wouldn’t dare tell him how long they’ve been there. He smirked, and that twisted me up even more.

“Naughty thoughts. I like that.”He leaned over, his breath fanning my ear. “Maybe we should act on some of those thoughts?”

Screw mesideways.

Yes,please, sir!

Chapter 8

~ Heath ~

Two hours later and I couldn’t recall the last time I enjoyed the company of a woman so much.I loved texting and talking with Tiff, she always had something to say and made me laugh. Our conversations never seemed to drag or fizzle out. Of course, I wanted to steer the conversation back to her naughty thoughts, but she wouldn’t let me. Needless to say, it wasn’t a surprise that time had flown while being with her.

The surprise, however, was the fact that I had been so wrapped up in this amazing lady, with her animated stories, that I hadn’t noticed the storm brewing. And as the sky let out a bright flash, along with a loud rumble of thunder, I realized she had no way to get home.

Smart, Heath, smart.

Maybe I could offer her a ride in my limo? Then I could work on that secret she kept that made her flush. And, if I could, maybe find out if it was all over her body.

“Shit, it’s pouring!”

“I’ll take you home. My limo is ready, I just need to let him know to pick me up.”

I laughed as she gave me a pointed look before rolling her eyes.

“Right.As if that doesn’t scream fame.”

I leaned over the table, unable to stop myself from whispering in her ear.

“If being alone with you gets you to share what had you panting, I’ll gladly reveal myself.” As I pulled back and laid my card down to pay the check, I couldn’t help but enjoy the flush that crept up on her neck again. Oh, this was going to be a fun ride home.

When we were done, I stood, offering her my tattooed hand. She eyed it, swallowed hard, then finally took it. What the hell was so special about the damn tattoo? It was a piece I got when I was younger, something to appease my mom. Who, by the way, hated it; told me it was a pretty tattoo, but I shouldn’t tattoo a rosary on me.

“Why do I feel like this might change the course of our relationship?” she questioned as I led her out to the awaiting vehicle.

“Because it might. It’s just a ride.” I held open the door for her, smirking at the innuendo I offered. Once she was in and settled, I climbed in, pointing to the mini-fridge. “Wine, champagne, water?”

“No thanks, can’t do the other two, and I’m full of water.”

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