“Tell me your wildest sex fantasy, beautiful,” he whispered.
Her lower belly tightened, and heat rushed to her cheeks. The hot breath that fanned across
her neck with each word made her nipples bead in response. Licking her lips, she rose on
tiptoe and tilted her chin to his ear.
“I want…”
The words trailed off as a fierce wave of longing suddenly devoured her from the inside out.
Damn, Lina was right—she’d gone too long without a man. As if he sensed her sudden need,
his other hand closed around her, cocooning her in his warmth, his potent male presence,
until the bar and all those in it faded into the distance. All she felt was him.
“Tell me,” he whispered hoarsely.
Sam closed her eyes and focused. What did she want?
The answer came instantly.
She took a deep breath.
I can do this. They’re only words.
She whispered into his ear.
When she finished, a hot wave of embarrassment flooded her. She tried to lower back down
and ease away, but the hands around her tightened, keeping her locked in place. A shuddered
breath fluttered against her hair and a low groan rumbled in his throat. Then he lifted his
head, holding his face mere inches from hers. Flames of stark hunger flickered behind his dark
eyes. His nostrils flared as he took in her scent and a low curse tore from his lips before he
backed up a step.
“That is one hell of a fantasy, sweetheart,” he said, loud enough for all their friends to hear,
before walking the few paces back to his table.
Lina squealed and rushed up to him. “So, what’d she say?”
He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Raking a hand through his hair, he turned and looked
at Sam. His hooded gaze traveled the length of her, making her nipples tighten to stiff peaks
beneath her shirt. Sam crossed her arms in front of them.
“You’d have to ask her,” he answered, before taking a long pull of his beer.
One of his friends leaned his pool stick on the table and walked to Lina. “Okay, my turn.” He
bent and spun the wheel. Everyone laughed and gathered around to see what the next dare
would be—everyone except Sam.
She turned, not knowing where she was going until she pushed open the ladies room door
and shut it behind her. Florescent lights and pine-scented cleaner assailed her senses.
Wincing from both, she padded to sink and leaned over it.
“Come on, Sam,” she whispered. “Get it together. It was just a stupid parlor game.”
Then why had it turned her on so much? Since she was sober, she couldn’t blame it on
alcohol.
The bathroom door creaked open.
Flustered, she opened her eyes and reached for a paper towel, pretending she’d just finished
washing her hands. At the click of the lock, latching it in place, she frowned and looked over
her shoulder. Her eyes widened to see Mr. Fantasy filling the doorway of the small bathroom.
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