“Naw,” he drawled. “I promise to follow through with every dirty thought that you have running through that pretty head of yours, Beck.” She shivered as he pulled her through the side door of the bar. As soon as she got inside, he pulled her against his body and whispered into her ear, “How would you feel about me tying you down to my bed, Beck?” he questioned.
The music in the bar was so loud, she wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly until he pulled free from her and smiled. Well, she could give as good as he did. Beck slowly ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, taking her time to look him over. And, when she looked him in the eyes, she smiled and mouthed the word, “Yes”. Knox closed his eyes and even though she couldn’t hear him, she knew that a small groan had escaped his parted lips. It was the hottest fucking thing she had ever seen.
Knox grabbed her hand and pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her body. “I think I might be a little over dressed for this place,” she shouted, looking around the bar room. Most of the women were dressed in little black leather miniskirts or jeans that had more rips in them and showed more skin than her tiny black dress. And, the bikers with their tattoos, beards, and muscles made her even hotter, if that was possible.
“I’m not sure that I like the way that you’re looking at the guys, Honey,” he said in her ear.
She looked him over again and went up on her tiptoes. “You have nothing to worry about, Knox,” she promised. He wrapped his arms around her and practically pulled her up against his body.
“Thank you for that, Honey,” he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, not caring that all eyes were on the pair of them. Hell, she didn’t even care that the bar erupted with cat calls and men shouting all kinds of dirty things at them. Women were clapping and all she could focus on was the sexy man who had his arms wrapped around her body, holding her against him.
“One beer,” he whispered against her lips, “and then, you are mine.” Beck wasn’t sure that she’d be able to make it to his place without bursting into flames. Every touch, each kiss, and every sexy promise he made her turned her completely inside out with need.
“One beer,” she whispered back as if trying to convince herself that she could hold on that long. Just one drink and they’d be heading to his place and then, he could keep every dirty promise that he made her.