“It didn’t even get close to where it needed to go, baby.” I raised my eyebrow at her.
I could tell she was still trying to calm her breathing. I had the same problem. My cock was a rod of steel in my pants and wanted to burst free and take this pretty girl.
I slipped a hand over her hip, drawing her toward me. I tipped her chin upward. I couldn’t help it. Kennedy was waiting. Joe was waiting. But I hadn’t had enough. I hadn’t gotten what I wanted.
4
Julie
His mouth was over mine and I felt a growl vibrate from his chest. My knees weakened and everything in my core tightened again in an instant. I relaxed into his arms, falling into his powerful hold. His tongue flicked against mine and I thought for a second that I could kiss this guy forever.
I didn’t care if I was in the back of a bar. Or that it could cost me this job. The job I took to help cover the rest of my bills. None of that seemed to matter when his tongue danced in perfect rhythm anywhere on my body.
He broke the kiss and I felt the quick plunge of regret sink in my stomach. What the hell had I done?
“I’ve gotta go, baby.” He tapped the tip of my nose. “Raincheck?” He winked.
There was no way in hell I was going to end up fucking some huge American Football Association star next to a stack of Styrofoam containers.
I nodded my head too eagerly. Everything in me ached. I was so close to coming in the most amazing and erotic way. I didn’t want to admit it had been way too long since a man had made those kinds of sounds emanate from my throat. I’d almost lit on fire the instant he touched me. Hawk was sexy and hot. He was a playboy. And he had made me break any and all rules I had ever lived by.
He stepped toward the door. “Count to ten or something before you walk out,” he instructed.
“Fine.” I didn’t want to sound like a bitch. It wasn’t his fault. It was my own for letting him drag me back here.
Now he had my panties in his pocket. I was turned on more than I ever had been in my life and I doubted I could ever ease that pain without him. Damn it.
He closed the door and I was left alone in the supply room to face the reality of what I had almost just done.
I yanked my phone from one of the apron pockets and quickly typed his name into the search engine.
My jaw dropped when I saw the list of headlines. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Maybe I had dodged a bullet. Womanizer didn’t come close to the list of sins on this guy’s list.
I flipped through article after article about the women. The alcohol. The parties. I sighed. Kane Hawkins was a train wreck. A sexy, smoldering train wreck that could destroy me.
I jumped when I heard another knock on the door.
“Julie? You in there?”
The door creaked open. Hannah popped her head inside. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you, girl. You are seriously in the weeds.”
“The weeds?”
She stared at me with her hands on her hips. “Your tables ar
e backed up.” She smacked her gum.
“Oh, sorry.” I moved toward the door.
“Saw Kane walk out about a minute ago. You wouldn’t have been back here with him, would you?”
I felt the flush down my neck. I was so transparent. “What?” I tried to sound incredulous. I don’t know if I pulled it off.
“Piece of advice, honey. He’s a fuck and run type. No strings attached. You know what I’m saying?”
I nodded quietly. “Yes.”