“Both.”
I smiled while biting my bottom lip. “You’ve got trouble written all over you, buttercup.”
“Yet here you are, desperate to get your fill of trouble.” She leaned back and pushed her hips out harder against my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans.
“Gluttony has always been my sin of choice.” I traced circles around her throat with my thumb.
She lifted her chin higher, exposing her neck more. “And here I thought it was lust?”
“Oh, I get the feeling lust will be a mutual sin for us.”
Her confident expression wavered, like my words had become a hammer, shattering the air between us into pieces of forgotten desire. She peeled her gaze away from mine, and I hated it. I wanted those indigo irises on me, nowhere else. I wanted to stare into them and hunt for every secret she kept hidden, to peel away the layers and uncover the woman I had yet to get to know.
I took a step back, sensing she needed some space to breathe. “Let me buy you a drink.”
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she pushed herself away from the wall, tucking a few strands of raven hair behind her ear.
“Come on.” I gestured toward the bar. “Jack Daniel’s on the rocks, right?”
A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Yeah.”
I held out my hand, and she hesitated for a second before she finally placed her hand in mine. With a warm smile, I tried to reassure her, tried to settle some of the thoughts that were currently wreaking havoc inside her head.
Guiding her through the crowd, my grip on her hand tightened with every step. As I got to the bar, Manic stepped up to us, a wide, smug-ass grin on his face. He leered at her from over my shoulder. “Oh, I remember you. Wraith, is it?”
“Yeah.” She smiled. “And you’re Manic, right?”
“You remember.” His smile was as big as fucking Texas. “Can I—”
“Back the fuck up.” I stepped in front of him, blocking his view of her and glaring craters into his forehead. “She’s off limits,” I warned.
He raised his hands in surrender, but the smug grin remained on his face. “Sure thing, boss man.” He winked at Wraith and showed some teeth with a smirk. Fucking asshole. I had to smile when he walked off. The guy sure knew how to fuck with me.
Wraith moved in next to me as we reached the counter. “Did he just call you boss man?”
Slightly uncomfortable with the topic, I pulled my hair out of my face, thinking of ways how to divert the conversation in another direction. “It’s an inside joke.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Okay.” There was no way she was satisfied with my answer. “So,” she started after I placed her drink in front of her, “why the warning?”
“What warning?”
“Last night, you said I looked like a smart woman, and that I should walk out of this place.”
I raised a brow. “Yet here you are again.”
She shrugged. “Seems I’m not so smart after all.”
“Or you simply don’t know how to follow orders.”
“Depends on who’s giving them.”
The way her eyes gleamed, her tongue wetting her lips as she brought the glass to her mouth, it was all screaming sheer seduction. And I was falling for it hook, line, and fucking sinker.
“Tell me something about you.”
“Like what?” She placed the glass down.
“Like what’s your real name?”