TWO
Ryan
This girl is something else.
She snared my attention the moment she walked into the bar. I’d just finished my beer and turned to leave when the blue-haired bombshell stepped through the door looking like a tantalizing mixture of sex and sin. There’s no doubt she turns heads wherever she goes. She’s gorgeous. Every man in this bar—probably some of the ladies, too—noticed when she arrived. She’d be impossible to overlook, she’s fucking radiant. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her all night.
It only took a split second to decide to hang around for a while. I didn’t come here looking for a hookup or a good time. I only wanted to sit back and relax, enjoy a beer or two after a long day. With the disaster my life has become, I didn’t know when I’d have another chance. Women—hell, sex in general—have been the furthest thing from my mind for a long time. No, my suddenly raging libido isn’t at all the reason I came here tonight, but I’ll be damned if the thought of a night with her isn’t the reason I stayed.
I shouldn’t want her if I’m honest with myself. Getting caught up with a woman is the last damn thing I need. But watching her with her friend, the way she’s so animated and carefree, she’s magnetic. It didn’t take long for me to ignore what I may or may not need. Because from the instant I took in her lush, curvy body hugged by a sexy little black dress, her long legs and those thick goddamn thighs—I’ve wanted her with a singular focus that’s driven my every move.
It brought me closer to the bar, closer to her. It had me chuckling at the way she teased the bartender with those dirty as fuck drink names. It had me forcing down a pang of unexpected jealousy at their playful banter. I wondered who he was to her, worried he was her boyfriend or something, but it vanished instantly when our eyes met and hers began to roam my body.
I’m so fucking drawn to this girl. Something about her pulls me in, giving me no choice but to be in her orbit. I want her, more than anything. And if the way she just eye-fucked me from head to toe is any indication—the feeling is mutual.
I move closer to her, not missing the slight hitch in her breath before her eyes flit from me to the bartender. A silent conversation happens between the two, which only confirms my earlier assumption. He may not be her man, but he is someone to her. She turns back to me and smiles. An invitation if I’ve ever seen one.
“Hey, gorgeous. How’s your drink?” I tease.
“Surprisingly good,” she says, parting those sexy, sinful lips over the rim of the glass to take a drink. Her pink tongue darts out, catching a stray drop on her bottom lip. “It’s tasty, but super sweet.”
God damn.
I bite back a groan. My dick has been semi-hard since she walked through the door, and it’s only getting harder from her actions. She has no idea the effect her words have on me. If she did, she might choose them more carefully.
“Yeah. I bet it is.”
Her eyes widen at the grit in my tone, working her bottom lip between her teeth. Inwardly, I chuckle. We’re on the same page now. We both know I’m not talking about the fruity blue concoction in her glass.
Grinning, I lean in a little closer. “So, you got a name, gorgeous?”
She uncrosses her legs, before crossing them with the other leg on top. It’s her turn to lean a little closer, but she draws a line through the condensation on the glass with her finger before meeting my eyes again.
“I don’t know,” she says, almost too quietly for me to hear. “I’m kinda partial to gorgeous.”
“Is that right?” I ask, noticing the faint blush in her cheeks. I don’t know if the rosy color is from my attention, or the alcohol, but I want to find out. I also want to know how far down it goes, how much of her skin turns such a pretty shade of pink. “I can work with that.”
The corner of her lips tips up the smallest bit. “Yours?”
She wants my name, but I don’t answer right away. Instead, I relax my posture and lean up against the bar. How do I want to play this? I could tell her my name, but I’m not sure I want to. Not knowing hers only adds to the allure. The mystery makes her even more enticing. Will not knowing my name have the same effect on her? Only one way to find out.
“You’re asking my name?” I ask, already knowing it’s what she wants.
She confirms with a nod.
“Well, Gorgeous…it hardly seems fair to give you my name when you won’t give yours.”
Her blush deepens. Now I know it’s because of me and I thoroughly enjoy that knowledge. I can’t control the grin that spreads across my face. She tucks her chin down momentarily before looking back up at me.
“So, what do you want me to call you?”
Watching her earlier, I would have sworn she was confident. The type of girl who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. Standing next to her now, there’s an obvious hint of uncertainty, an air of insecurity. Maybe it’s something else. Whatever it is, I revel in it, because though deep down I know I should stop this—I don't want to leave this bar without her tonight.
“Call me Reckless.”
The name embodies everything I’m feeling. I’ve never done anything quite like this before.
She smiles. A sexy, sassy as fuck smile that brightens her entire face. Whatever uncertainty was there before is nowhere in sight, and it throws me for a loop. Then, she throws my words back at me, “I can work with that.”
This girl. This incredible fucking girl.