Page 16 of Sexy Summer Flings (Bear Mountain Rescue 2)

“How do you feel about dancing?”

At least she’d worn her comfortable heels. “It’s been a long time for me. I might need a couple shots to get me started.”

He opened the door of his Explorer, wiggling his eyebrows. “That can be arranged.”

Trent drove through town to the South Paw, the only bar that had live music in Bear Mountain. It was only open Thursday, Friday, and Saturday during tourist season, and was usually packed.

Trent held her hand while they waited in line and when they walked through the front door. The band was rocking “Pour Some Sugar on Me” and the heat of too many bodies made the air sweltering as they headed into the bar.

Penny scanned the crowd as Trent flagged down a bartender. She hardly recognized anyone. Was she too old to be here?

Trent came back holding two shots. “Alright, body shots.”

“What?”

“You take the shot, then lick salt off me and take the lime from my mouth.”

“Yeah, no, I will never do that.”

Trent grinned. “Never say never, kitten. Bottoms up.”

Several hours and six shots later, Penny giggled as she tipped back another shot. Trent stood in front of her with his shirt up, exposing his rock-hard abs that were sprinkled with salt. Penny had caved on the body shot already, licking salt off his neck, but there was no way she was taking a lime from his mouth.

At least, that’s what she’d thought.

As her tongue ran over the muscles of his stomach and she stood up straight, he dipped his head before she could stop him. His lips covered hers and she felt the sour burst of lime as he slipped the fruit wedge between her lips.

A circle of people around them cheered, and Penny pulled away from Trent to take the lime out of her mouth.

“Admit it, you’re having fun,” he said.

“Just a little.” The room weaved and she leaned on Trent.

“You wound me, kitten.”

“Why do you call me kitten?”

“’Cause you look all cute and cuddly, but you have some pretty sharp claws.”

“Are you saying I’m mean?”

“Yes, but lucky for you, I dig that!”

If Penny had been in her right mind, she might have taken offense, but instead, she giggled.

“Want another shot?” he asked.

“No! I can’t do any more.”

“Okay, okay. I have to say, I like drunk you. You get really giggly and adventurous.”

“I’m not adventurous.”

Trent raised one dark eyebrow at her. Or was it two? Her vision was starting to blur a bit. “That’s not what I hear. I hear you and your brothers used to get in all kinds of trouble.”

“That was more them than me. I always came along to make sure they didn’t get arrested.”

“Such a good big sister,” he teased.

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