Alarms went off in my head as I cataloged every detail of the seductive woman. Unfortunately, I was thinking with the wrong head, or I might’ve saved myself a lot of trouble.
“Without a doubt,” I insisted, holding her gaze while I lifted my glass. The entire time I swallowed the perfect blend of whiskey and Coke, I held her seductive stare.
Though it wasn’t true, I acted like a drop of the drink landed on my thumb as I set the glass down. Eyes locked on hers, I slowly licked the nonexistent drop from my thumb as her lips parted and her pink tongue swiped her lower lip.
“Sweet Jesus, do you have a friend with you?” her friend asked, breaking the connection between me and the raven-haired beauty. With a crooked grin, I glanced at her and prepared to offer up Raptor. Except recognition had my heart slamming into overdrive and my smile dropping from my face.
It was the chick from the store.
Dread filling me, I returned my attention to the woman I’d been ready to bring back to my room.Holy fuck.
“What are the fucking odds?” I whispered on a silent groan.
“Excuse me?” she asked as her sexy grin morphed into a snarky smirk.
“I uh, need to use the restroom. Save my seat?” I asked her, attempting to cover the turmoil spinning inside me like a cat 5 hurricane.
“Of course,” she murmured, raking her eyes over me as I stood. I didn’t miss the pause at the bulge in my jeans—the one that I was trying to get to chill out.
With a nod, I headed toward the back hall, where a neon sign pointed to the restrooms. Pushing into the men’s room, I pulled out my phone to call Voodoo.
After a quick check under the stall door to ensure I was alone, I hit his number and waited.
“What’s up?” he asked, answering on the first ring, which told me he had finished his ritual.
He sucked in a sharp breath when I gave him the sitrep. Of course, I left out the part where I told the woman we think might be his sister that we were gonna fuck.
Shit.
“Be there in five,” he said, then ended the call.
Blowing out a huge breath, I prepared to go back out there and keep her occupied until Voodoo got here. A quick adjustment of my still partially hard dick, and I opened the door as I shoved my phone back in my pocket.
I didn’t get far, because a body pressed against me, pushing me back into the bathroom. The alluring scent wrapped around me, and I slammed my eyes closed to cut back on the effect she was having on my senses. If I looked in those eyes and saw that fuckable mouth, I didn’t know if I could do the right thing.
When she gripped my junk through my jeans, all hope of it behaving went out the window. I groaned as a surge of need shot straight to my dick.
“Wanted to see what you were working with before I decided to follow through with your ridiculous prediction.” Her tits pressed against my chest, her lips softly skimmed my neck, and her nails dragged over the denim from base to tip, causing me to moan and my head to fall back to the wall.
“Jesus,” I muttered. Then after swallowing with difficulty, I gently but firmly gripped her wrist, stopping her sweet torture. “We should stop.”
Not should…needto stop. Fuck if I wanted to, but I knew I needed to unless I wanted my ass kicked.
“What if I don’t want to?” she huskily shot back.
Taking control, I spun her around until her back hit the wall and my body pushed into her soft curves. My hands gripped her wrists and held them over her head as I fought for control that was quickly flagging.
My cock pulsed against my zipper, begging to be set free. After a deep but slow breath, I let my lips brush her ear as I spoke. “I can promise you, I’d love nothing more than to pull that dress up, set my cock free, move your wet panties to the side, and fuck you until neither of us could see straight. But—”
“What the fuck are you doing, Phoenix?” Voodoo barked, and my head hit the wall next to hers as I screwed my eyes shut for a moment.
Fucking hell.