Somewhere in this city there are two people sporting broken bones they hadn’t accounted for when they left home that morning, and I have zero regrets about either.
“Where we’re going? Do I need to change?”
It’s all the excuse I need for my eyes to eat her up once more.
Christ.
She has the innocence of a Disney Princess and the body of a 1950’s pin-up, and the combination is scrambling my brain. And despite the gaudy sequins, her beauty shines like a damned beacon.
“You can wear whatever the fuck you want, angel. Anyone has a problem with it, they can answer to me.”
My growled response brings a fresh blush to her cheeks.
I spin away before I do something stupid, like pin her to the filthy bar’s outer wall and devour her whole right here and now.
The truck I switched to from my usual Bentley is waiting twenty feet away.
As we head toward it, my phone buzzes.
I help her into the passenger seat, my dick swelling unbearably when she gifts me a glimpse of her magnificent legs, then blushes again when she catches me appreciating.
Hell, maybe she has a point about changing clothes. The one she’s wearing is cheap and gaudy as shit, but the body underneath it is driving me nuts.
I secure her seatbelt then dig out my phone as I’m rounding the hood.
Satisfaction eases through me when I read the message.
My guy has scored a secure, high-end property on the beach.
From the few pictures I flip through, he’s followed the brief to the letter. I’m tempted to drive us straight there when I slide behind the wheel, but that would sure as shit spook Aria.
So I drive around until I see a familiar chain pub. It’s classy enough and there are seats overlooking the ocean. But when I park, she bites her lips and plucks nervously at the fringe on her cheap purse.
“What is it?”
She wrinkles her cute little nose and watches the smartly dressed patrons walking in and out.
“I don’t think I’m dressed for this place. Everyone looks classy and…” She shrugs and glances down at herself. “Sequin-less,” she finishes with a self-deprecating laugh.
“I can guarantee that you’ll be the most beautiful woman to walk in there tonight.”
She blushes again but the uncertainty remains in her eyes and it clicks that it’s not just her outfit making her hesitate. She’s remembered she’s supposed to be hiding from the people chasing her.
From me.
My pulse leaps at how that’s playing into my hands.
Years of perfecting my poker face so my enemies don’t get the better of me pays off as I wait her out.
She fidgets some more.
My gaze slides to her thighs again and my cock surges behind my fly as I imagine myself parting those beautiful legs, devouring the tight, wet gift in between.
“What’s it to be, princess?” I ask. “You want to go in or not?”
Her gaze slides to my face and flicks away. “If I say not…?”
Heat and lust and hunger churn through my gut and I can barely keep still. “I’ll say I know another place that has a beach if it’s the water you crave. We can get the drinks to go and you can sit on the beach for half an hour or until the sun comes up. Your choice.”