A Taste of Trouble by Gina Gordon Page B

have let this guy behind her armor a time or two, but she was in no way, shape, or form relationship material.
    “So what did bring you back?”
    He seemed to take her change of topic in stride. “I'm on my own tonight. I found someone I really like. And I don't want to scare her off.”
    For as much as she wanted to blow him off and concentrate on her work, she couldn't stop wondering about what could be between them. She wanted him too badly. And if she didn't get him, she feared she might never stop thinking about him. It would be best to just get him out of her system. To have him, and then let him go.
    She jumped up on the bar and swiveled her body around, letting her feet dangle over the edge. “You should make your move.” She flashed him a coy smile. “She may really, really want it.”
    He set his bottle on the bar and positioned himself in front of her.
    She shivered at the feel of his breath on her neck. Her panties—now damp—rubbed against the seam of her jeans, her clit aching for relief.
    Lust swirled in the green depths of his eyes. He wanted this. Just as much as she did.
    He spread his hands out against her thighs, spreading her legs, wiggling his body closer. Jake's midsection was now flush against her core. She squeezed her legs tight, not wanting him to move. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her hands to the bar. She still gripped the beer bottle, but he secured her hands with his, restricting her ability to touch him.
    With the way he was looking at her, Liv knew he was wearing down.
    “Tell me about her.”
    The green of his eyes mingled with the animal hiding behind his dark lashes. “Her eyes are dark, so incredibly dark, but they sparkle when she's aroused.” He brushed light kisses along her jaw. “Her lips are soft.”
    She was intoxicated by him, all of him. His scent, his touch, his voice. Never had one man managed to render her utterly defenseless.
    He swiped his thumb across her bottom lip and finally leaned closer, pressing his lips against hers. At first softly, then he deepened it. His hands rested near her waist. She could feel the pull of her T-shirt as he fisted it in his hands.
    Liv's breath caught not once, or twice, but three times as she tried to inhale. Her mouth was dry. Too dry. She wanted nothing more than to kneel before him, taking his length deep into the back of her throat.
    Liv was curious at how far this would go. Here in the bar. On the bar. His mouth nuzzled against one breast as he licked the fabric of her shirt. She gasped.
    Without notice, he lifted it, securing it under her arms, and pulled down the bra cups. He took the beer bottle from her hand and rested it against her stomach. Immediately, her nipples hardened. “She has fantastic breasts,” he said between licks and sexy pulls of his teeth against her nipples.
    Liv grasped the back of his head as he attacked her right breast. She undulated her hips to grind into him. But what she really wanted was his mouth on her sex. She wanted his soft lips and velvet tongue working their magic. “Jake.”
    “This woman is a challenge.” He moved to the next breast and bit the tip of her nipple. A jolt of pain spread through her, exploding in an intense throb she felt through her entire body.
    “But I prefer a challenge.” He licked his way up her body and bit down on the curve between her shoulder and neck. Her body responded by arching into his bite, loving the pleasurable pain he gave so freely. “I prefer to chip away at steel doors meant to keep me out. Little”—he licked her neck—“by little”—he sucked on a nipple—“by little.” He flicked his tongue in her belly button. “I always make my way in.”
    His lips found hers and they kissed. Chest to chest, their bodies rubbed together. She whimpered and her body spasmed at his touch.
    Jake ripped at her jeans, furiously trying to undo the button on the waistband. She lifted her pelvis, allowing him to pull her pants from her body. When one leg