Page 12 of The Night Ride
She shifted in her seat, glanced my way, and lifted a face of pure porcelain perfection.Her hazel goddess eyes were done up with some feminine trick that made them appear sultry and sinful.Framed by dark black brows on a face that should grace the silver screen.Sexy as hell with pouty full lips painted deep red on a heart-shaped face that seemed too gorgeous to be real.A graceful slender neck and slim shoulders with plump tits I could use as a flotation device or drown in.Lust punched a hole clear through my gut.Every instinct inside me wanted to toss her over my shoulder and take her home with me, all caveman style.
Fuck, she was stunning.
“It is now.”She flicked her gaze to the empty bar stool and back at me with the most disarming smile.It left me shaken.Because she gazed at me as if she’d been waiting for me to arrive.
Taking a seat, I flashed a smile, my gaze roving over her from head to toe, giving her no doubt about my interest, loving the small blush that crept into her cheeks.“Appreciate it.What are you drinking?”I nodded at the half empty glass.
“Grey Goose and cranberry.”She had this musical alto that I wanted to hear how it sounded when she was being fucked into oblivion.
“I figured it was something girly given the color.”I teased, a shark scenting its prey.She was younger to be sure but was old enough to drink.And there was no ring on her left hand which made her far game.
“Don’t mess with the pink drink, mister.Just because you most likely drink something revolting like scotch on the rocks or some other equally disgusting alcohol, doesn’t mean we all do.Some of us have good taste.”
Cocking a brow, I chuckled.“Is that a fact?”
More interested than I cared to admit.Because hot fucking damn this woman was gorgeous and unafraid to call me on my shit.This was no simpering miss, but a woman willing to go toe to toe with a man twice her size.
“It is.”
I signaled the bar tender.The gangly guy in his twenties was one I recognized as he leaned over the bar.“What can I get started for you?”
“I’ll take a Guinness and a Grey Goose and cranberry for the lady.”
“Coming right up.”The bar tender nodded.
“A Guinness, huh?”She raised an inky brow with a small smirk curling her lush lips.Lips I could easily imagine on certain parts of my body.
My cock jolted.Down boy!We’ve got to woo her first.“What’s wrong with a Guinness?”
“Nothing.I happen to enjoy it myself upon occasion, but opted for this instead.”She toasted me with her drink.
“So, it’s not just the girly drinks you like?”I joked, playfully nudging her with my elbow.
She lowered her gaze a moment, like she was checking her body out, before tossing me a cheeky grin.“Last I checked I am a girl.Besides, have you ever tried it?”
I snorted and shook my head.“Not a chance.I’d lose my man card especially around here.”In a room full of tough guys, who attempted to compete for who was the biggest alpha, I’d be laughed out of the place if I drank something that girly.And would never live it down.
“Try it.I dare you.”She pushed her drink my way with an arched brow, the challenge twinkling in her eyes.
Fuck it.I could always play it off that I was trying to score.Every man here would let it go at that.
Holding her gaze, those exotic hazel eyes called forth a need to protect and cherish her on a deep level.But I didn’t do commitments or deep attachments, so I ignored my feelings, sticking to what I knew.I lifted her drink and took a sip.Never let it be said that I backed down from a challenge.The sweet flavor of the juice hit my tastebuds and mingled with the smooth punch of the vodka.
I swallowed the sugary sweet drink.The burn warmed my insides on the way down.I liked it.Yet I made a face of disgust and lowered the glass to the bar.
“It’s not that bad.”
“No, it’s not.”I agreed.It might be something I made at home.“But I’d never live it down if I drank that shit in here.”I could already envision the ribbing from my unit if it ever reached their ears.
“Didn’t realize a SEAL would care what other people think.”She jibbed.
Instantly alert, I tried to discern if she was a spy or had some other ulterior motive.
“How do you know I’m a SEAL?”I asked, a hint of suspicion laced my words.If she was a spy, I would get the MP here immediately.It didn’t matter if I found her the sexiest woman alive.She could explain to Uncle Sam and the Department of Defense what she was doing outside the Naval Station Base.
“I know the type.Been around special forces people all my life.”
My shoulders relaxed.She wasn’t a spy.Or at least, that’s not the vibe I got.Which meant I could return to attempting to convince her to take me home with her.
