“Let’s get ye home, lass.” He holds out a hand to help me up. “Before ye give someone a stroke.”
His eyes linger over Sharp Suit, who looks slightly grey in the face. A waitress comes to collect my chips. Oh, right. Real money. Thank god I did win. Can you imagine?
“How much did I win?” I ask Connor excitedly as he pulls me to my feet.
“About twenty-four hundred.” He smiles, and my mouth falls open in shock. Holy shit. Holyfuckingshit.
CONNOR
A waitress takes away the chips, handing me a paper bag full of cash for Andie’s winnings. Taking her hand, my fingers stroke hers as I lead her back downstairs. I shouldn’t be touching her like this, but I can’t help myself. She’s not objecting, so I’ll try my luck. When we pass Kent, the manager I leave in charge when I’m not around, I offer him a nod, which is returned.
Andie seems dazed after learning how much she won. I’m tickled pink she managed to win, even though she had no fucking clue as to what game she was playing. I’m struck by the sudden urge to teach her. I wonder if she’ll let me teach her by playing strip poker with her.
I suppose it all depends on how the rest of the night plays out. Right now, I want to get her home, so I’m the only one looking at her in this mouthwatering dress. I’m going to kiss her tonight. I’ve spent an entire month resisting the temptation of Andie Halpern, and I’mdone.
I’ve never been one for delayed gratification, and the lass seems to react favorably to me, so I’m fucking kissing her. If it goes down as well as I’m hoping it will, kissing her won’t be the only thing I do to her tonight.
When we get into my SUV, I hand her the paper bag as I help her inside. Closing the door, I round the hood, my fingers brushing against it. I hated this SUV when I got it. I’ve hated it ever since. I missed my sleek BMW sedan.
My eyes linger on Andie, buckled in, sitting in the passenger seat, peeking into the paper bag of cash with wide eyes. I don’t hate the SUV right now. Andie is safest in an SUV. Maybe I should replace her little blue sedan with an SUV. I’ll look into it tomorrow.
Climbing into my seat, I start the engine and reverse out of the parking space.
“Uh, what is this?” Andie asks, holding up the bag. I smirk over at her as I pull out of the parking lot.
“Yer winnings, lass. Don’t spend it all at once.”
Andie opens the bag and peeks in again, her mouth falling open in shock.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much money in mylife,” she breathes.
A frown pulls my eyebrows down at her words. Never? Jesus fuck. It’s only twenty-four hundred.
“Ye can put it towards yer bakery.” I nod to the bag, and she blinks at me, her eyes fluttering like she’s distressed. Jesus fuck. Was that the wrong thing to say? She looks like she’s blinking back tears.
Suddenly, a beaming smile lights up her face, my doubts melting away. Andie tunes the radio to some pop music station and proceeds to sing along, very loudly and out of tune, to a succession of pop hits from the eighties.
By the time we arrive home, I’m surprised my ears aren’t ringing from her horrible, enthusiastic singing, but I’m struggling not to grin from ear to ear. She’s so fuckingadorable.
Helping her out of the SUV, I lead her inside. Taking her bag of cash and her purse, I drop them on the kitchen table. Not bothering to turn the lights on, I flip the lock on the kitchen door and turn to her, my hands sliding through her hair.
Andie’s breath catches, and mine answers it, my eyes burning into hers in the moonlight filtering through the window. Jesus fuck, the lass is so beautiful. Cupping the sides of her head, I tip it back, my mouth coming down on hers. This moment is everything I fantasized it would be.
Andie moans as I lick into her mouth, tasting her. She tastes as sweet as she looks, and I inhale deeply through my nose, reveling in the mango and honey scent filling my lungs as I deepen the kiss. I’d be okay with it never ending.
Andie’s hands slide up my sides, underneath my suit jacket, coming to rest on my pecs as she presses herself closer. I break the kiss but keep our mouths fused.
“I want ye, lass,” I groan against her lips. She nods frantically, making noises of agreement. Thank fuck for that.
Kissing her deeply again, I move my hands down her back, gripping her shapely ass and pressing her against my hard dick, which has her moaning into my mouth again. It’s a sound that makes my dick ache. I lift her underneath her thighs, her legs coming about my waist as I carry her up the stairs to my bedroom.
Tipping Andie onto my king-sized bed, I stare down, my eyes burning into her cornflower blue ones, pinning her in place while I slowly strip off my tie, jacket, and belt. I’m going to take my time to savor this event.
Kicking off my shoes, I unbutton my shirt at the wrists and up the front, slipping it off and dropping it onto the floor. Though I unbutton my trousers, I leave them on. Stripping off my socks, I kneel on the bed at her feet, unbuckling Andie’s stiletto heels and removing them, crawling over her on the bed.
Andie’s pupils dilate as I hover over her. Her lipstick is slightly smeared from our long make-out session downstairs. It’s a good look on her.
“Ye’re so fucking sexy,leannán,” I growl, kissing up her neck, my tongue swirling across her sweet-tasting skin as she moans, her hands sliding up my arms and moving to caress the skin of my back. I need her naked beneath me. Now.