Barb nods. “Comin’ right up.”
I stare at him. God help me, I can't stop staring at him. They don’t make men like that around here. He’s a force of nature; he’s got his own god damned gravitational field, and I’m a meteor without a prayer.
Barb returns with a rocks glass half-filled with amber liquid. “You wanna run a tab?”
The man palms his glass, nearly enveloping the entire thing in his huge hand. “Please. Why don’t you go ahead and make another gin and tonic for my companion here and add it to my tab.”
My eyebrows rise a little as I realize he’s talking about me.
Barb turns to me and cocks an eyebrow as if she’s silently double-checking that I want to accept a drink from this stranger.
A drink. A kiss. His cock. I’ll take it all, please.
I nod at her, and she reaches for the Tanqueray.
The man angles on his stool to face me, one palm wrapped around his whiskey and the other resting comfortably on his knee. His gaze latches on mine again. “What do they call you?”
I love the blunt way he asks. He skips the pleasantries and the lines, doesn’t wax philosophical about my beauty. He just asks what he wants to know. It’s refreshing.
“Amora,” I reply, offering him my hand.
He takes the tips of my fingers and presses a kiss to my knuckles, and I swear to God, I feel it all the way down to my clit.
His eyes gleam a little brighter, as if he knows what that slight pressure of his lips on the back of my hand did to me. The gold in his irises is gorgeous, like sunshine manifested in his gaze.
“I’m Kian.”
Chapter 2
Kian.
The name rolls around in my head. It’s just as magnetic, just as relentlessly sexy as the man himself.
His luscious lips are still within inches of my hand, and I have this wild urge to slide my finger between them. I want to feel his mouth on me and his tongue wet against my skin. Just the idea sends another pulse of need through my core. I’m already turned on, and all he’s said is his name.
I came out tonight hoping to get laid by someone passably attractive, and now I’m going to walk out of this bar with sex incarnate. When did I start getting such good luck?
It’s almost enough to make up for the fact I fell on my face during the hunt.
“Pleasure to meet you,” I say, peeling my fingers away from Kian’s to pick up the new glass Barb has set next to my empty one. My fingertips damn near seem to spark from his touch.
“No, I think the pleasure’s mine.” Kian’s gaze sweeps over my body. He licks his lips, his eyes bright as he takes in the low-slung dress barely containing my breasts, and the way I’ve crossed my legs so that the hem rides high enough for him to see the curve of my hip.
Yeah, I’m naked under this dress, golden eyes. Don’t you wanna unwrap me?
He clears his throat and sips his whiskey before he asks, “Come here often?”
I drain half my glass in my lust-induced thirst, then place it back on the coaster.
“Sometimes,” I reply, going for coy. “What about you?”
Kian shakes his head, turning a slow circle with his glass on the countertop. “I’m just passing through.”
A tight pang lances through my chest, startling me. I’ve never wanted anything more than a one-night stand with anyone, but I’m not a fan of the idea that Kian will disappear after tonight. But, hell, I can’t dwell on that. I didn’t come here for a forever situation. What he gets up to after I’m done with him isn’t my business. The only thing I’m interested in is what he’s hiding beneath those tight jeans.
I lean over, closing some of the space between us as I put my hand on his knee. “Mm. What a shame. You better not waste your time while you’re here, then.”
A devastating smile spreads across his face, and he closes in on me, his lips close to my ear as he replies, “I absolutely agree.” His breath fans over my neck with his words, eliciting a shiver from me. Kian pulls away, and I feel his absence in every corner of my body. “So you’re local?”