and I glanced over my shoulder to see the man I’d been fantasizing about for far too long staring right at me. He sat in one of the corner tables, the shadows partially concealing him.
A tingle worked its way up my spine.
I grabbed the beer bottle, as well as a few mixed drinks I had to drop off at another table. It would have been smarter for me to give Dex his beer first, that way I had an excuse to leave, but I dropped off the mixed drinks first and made my way over to Dex.
He leaned back, one leg kicked out, his arm thrown over the back of his chair. He had his other arm on the table, his tattooed flesh instantly arousing me.
Who are you kidding? You’re perpetually aroused around him.
Taking a steadying breath, I smiled and handed him the beer. But before I could turn and leave, he reached out and took hold of my wrist. I looked down, my throat tight, my heart racing. Even his hands were tattooed, a fact I found so damn hot.
“What’s up?” I managed to say, but my voice sounded strained. Some classic rock song was playing from the old as hell jukebox in the corner, and I could make out through my peripheral vision a couple nearly dry humping on the dance floor. But my eyes were trained on Dex, because hell if I could look away.
“What time do you get off?” he asked, and for a second, my heart stopped. I lowered my brows.
“Ten, why?” I managed to tug my arm free, not because I wanted him to stop touching me, but because I was worried he’d feel my hand shaking. I clenched my fingers inward, my nails digging into my palm.
He shrugged his broad shoulders and leaned forward, placing his forearms on the scarred round table. “We haven’t caught up, Eva.”
A shiver worked its way up my spine at the sound of my name on his lips.
“What’s there to catch up with, Dex?” I was starting to sweat.
Truth was this was probably the most interest he’d taken in me in … forever. Sure, he was nice to me, but it was as if he saw me as nothing more than Charlie’s little sister. He didn’t see me as a friend he wanted to hang out with, and certainly not someone he’d take to his bed.
“Plenty,” he said and lifted the corner of his mouth. “How about we hang out after work? Catch-up and all that shit, Eva girl?”
God, he was so handsome. The tattoos were just the icing on the manly cake that made up Dex. I also knew he had both nipples pierced, and I’d heard him talking to Charlie back in the day about getting his dick pierced. Whether the latter was true or not was not something I would probably ever find out.
And then there was his hair, slightly longer and hanging down to his chin when he didn’t put it up in a manbun.
You want to stand here and appraise him? God, you probably look like a weirdo not responding.
I swallowed again as memories played through my head.
“Catch up?” I asked.
He nodded and gave me a sexy full-blown grin.
“Maybe the three of us could all hang out? I know Charlie said it’s been a while since you guys saw each other.” I don’t know why I was trying to get my brother in on this, because I did want to hang out with Dex. And being alone with him didn’t sound too bad either.
He leaned back again and shook his head, but didn’t respond right away. Instead, I saw him looking me up and down. I could have played it off like nothing, but that was not an innocent look.
No, he was eye fucking me.
“I don’t think Charlie needs to hang with us. I mean, I have seen him plenty of times. You and I need to rekindle shit, Eva. A little alone time sounds good, right?”
I found myself nodding.
And then I was thinking about the past again.
When he used to come over to hang out with Charlie, they would stay in the garage, working on Charlie’s car, drinking beer when our dad wasn’t watching, and talking about “pussy.” Ten years older than me, I was the stereotypical annoying sister, but as the years passed, my attraction for Dex grew.
It was that
A tingle worked its way up my spine.
I grabbed the beer bottle, as well as a few mixed drinks I had to drop off at another table. It would have been smarter for me to give Dex his beer first, that way I had an excuse to leave, but I dropped off the mixed drinks first and made my way over to Dex.
He leaned back, one leg kicked out, his arm thrown over the back of his chair. He had his other arm on the table, his tattooed flesh instantly arousing me.
Who are you kidding? You’re perpetually aroused around him.
Taking a steadying breath, I smiled and handed him the beer. But before I could turn and leave, he reached out and took hold of my wrist. I looked down, my throat tight, my heart racing. Even his hands were tattooed, a fact I found so damn hot.
“What’s up?” I managed to say, but my voice sounded strained. Some classic rock song was playing from the old as hell jukebox in the corner, and I could make out through my peripheral vision a couple nearly dry humping on the dance floor. But my eyes were trained on Dex, because hell if I could look away.
“What time do you get off?” he asked, and for a second, my heart stopped. I lowered my brows.
“Ten, why?” I managed to tug my arm free, not because I wanted him to stop touching me, but because I was worried he’d feel my hand shaking. I clenched my fingers inward, my nails digging into my palm.
He shrugged his broad shoulders and leaned forward, placing his forearms on the scarred round table. “We haven’t caught up, Eva.”
A shiver worked its way up my spine at the sound of my name on his lips.
“What’s there to catch up with, Dex?” I was starting to sweat.
Truth was this was probably the most interest he’d taken in me in … forever. Sure, he was nice to me, but it was as if he saw me as nothing more than Charlie’s little sister. He didn’t see me as a friend he wanted to hang out with, and certainly not someone he’d take to his bed.
“Plenty,” he said and lifted the corner of his mouth. “How about we hang out after work? Catch-up and all that shit, Eva girl?”
God, he was so handsome. The tattoos were just the icing on the manly cake that made up Dex. I also knew he had both nipples pierced, and I’d heard him talking to Charlie back in the day about getting his dick pierced. Whether the latter was true or not was not something I would probably ever find out.
And then there was his hair, slightly longer and hanging down to his chin when he didn’t put it up in a manbun.
You want to stand here and appraise him? God, you probably look like a weirdo not responding.
I swallowed again as memories played through my head.
“Catch up?” I asked.
He nodded and gave me a sexy full-blown grin.
“Maybe the three of us could all hang out? I know Charlie said it’s been a while since you guys saw each other.” I don’t know why I was trying to get my brother in on this, because I did want to hang out with Dex. And being alone with him didn’t sound too bad either.
He leaned back again and shook his head, but didn’t respond right away. Instead, I saw him looking me up and down. I could have played it off like nothing, but that was not an innocent look.
No, he was eye fucking me.
“I don’t think Charlie needs to hang with us. I mean, I have seen him plenty of times. You and I need to rekindle shit, Eva. A little alone time sounds good, right?”
I found myself nodding.
And then I was thinking about the past again.
When he used to come over to hang out with Charlie, they would stay in the garage, working on Charlie’s car, drinking beer when our dad wasn’t watching, and talking about “pussy.” Ten years older than me, I was the stereotypical annoying sister, but as the years passed, my attraction for Dex grew.
It was that
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