Sugar Rush (17 page)

"Oh, please don't
tell me you're a nice girl. That will absolutely break my heart," Cole
responded in mock seriousness as his eyes once again swept over Kit's features,
then moved downward to her ample cleavage, where it paused for an inappropriate
length of time. Cole had no doubts of tonight's conquest. Already, his mind was
mapping out the pleasures this woman's body would provide him.

Cole’s gaze fixed on
Kit’s blue eyes as he reached out with his right hand, and gently traced the
curve of her arm with his fingertips, beginning at her shoulder and moving down
to her elbow that rested on the bar top. Instinctively, she pulled away from
his touch, yet not before she felt the electric-like jolt brought on by the
intimate contact. While she tried to approach the encounter in a flip and
casual manner, she could not deny the physical attraction or chemistry she felt
toward the stranger.
Damn, I really need to start dating again
, she
thought.

"Thanks for the
beer, but I really came in for just a drink." Kit reached for her frosty
mug and took several sips. Once again, her gaze moved across the bar, away from
Cole. She silently cursed herself for drinking her first beer too fast.
Nervousness was prompting her to down the second in record time. She had skipped
lunch and hadn’t had time for dinner. Her head was beginning to swim.

"No one comes to
After Sundown for just a drink." His voice was low and husky in
anticipation. "But then, you already know that."

Kit's eyes moved back
to the stranger. She was growing uncomfortable by his unwavering stare.

"Perhaps they come
to play pool or dance," she suggested innocently, wondering what was
keeping her brother. It was impossible to observe the bartender with this
gorgeous—albeit obviously horny—man just inches away. She could feel his
breath; it fairly gave her goose bumps. His scent, a combination of spice and
musk, made her want to take a deep breath and lean closer, a temptation she
resisted.

She found something
incredibly sexy about a clean, wonderfully smelling man. He was definitely
both. His black denims fit snugly on what appeared to be well-built thighs. His
white linen shirt was crisp and spotless, tucked into the belted waistband of
his pants. The long sleeves were casually pushed up to just below his elbows,
and the first two buttons were unfastened. His skin was darkly tanned, as if he
worked out of doors. For a fleeting moment, she wished she were the type of
woman who engaged in casual sex.

"Then let's
dance," he suggested abruptly. His hand gripped her forearm, and he pulled
Kit to her feet, leading her toward the dimly lit dance floor. Before Kit knew
what had happened, she found her body pulled against the hard length of the
handsome stranger. Strong arms wrapped possessively around her waist, molding
their bodies together.

Kit's mind was unable
to conjure up an objection to sharing a dance with the sinfully appealing male.
It had been so long since she had been held in the strong arms of a man that
she decided to succumb momentarily to the incredible flood of forgotten
sensations washing over her.
What could one dance hurt?
Alone on the
dance floor, their bodies swayed to a slow, sensuous beat.

Overwhelmed with an
unfamiliar onslaught of sensual emotion and the effects of too much beer on an
empty stomach, Kit found her dance partner gradually moving her off the dance
floor and into the private alcove leading to the restrooms. Her mind was
swirling and her brain was incapable of grasping a single complete thought.

Cole's right knee
wedged between Kit's legs. She gasped suddenly when his hands boldly cupped her
bottom and squeezed the cheeks before abruptly lifting her up, then setting her
firmly on his bent knee, allowing her to straddle his limb. Retaining his hold
of her bottom, Cole moved Kit to ride his leg, his own steel arousal rubbing
against her belly.

Her blue eyes flew
open, wide and stunned. Cole’s dark expression smoldered as his intent stare
seemed to hold her in place, as if he had some hypnotic effect on her. A slight
smile twitched on his full lips as he continued to move her to ride his leg
provocatively. Her skirt rode up to her panties. Smiling in anticipation, Cole
could feel her dampness and warmth along the juncture of her thighs that rode
his. Her mouth dropped open in startled surprise. Cole used that moment to
seize her lips with his. Aggressively, his tongue invaded the warmth of her
mouth. Her breath was sweet and addictive. Kit felt the wall slam against her
back, holding her upright, while Cole moved his hands to cup her face in his
palms as he continued his assault. Kit found herself responding to the
uninvited kiss as her hands moved to encircle his neck and pull him closer.

Cole's right leg was
bent, his knee continued to ride between her thighs, pressing tightly against
the core of her femininity. His denim-clad thigh moved in a steady rhythm, back
and forth, seductively rubbing against the moist piece of fabric at the crotch
of her panties.  It had been such a long time since she had been with a man.
Kit allowed herself to be swept away in the sea of sensual pleasure, forgetting
she was with a stranger in a public place, closing her mind to all but the
wonderful sensations kindled by her dance partner.

Kit’s body vibrated, a
flush of heat swept through her limbs and then to her horror, an unexpected
climax seized her, causing her to shudder and tremble with incredible force. If
Cole hadn't held her up, she would have certainly collapsed to the floor.
Embarrassment and horror washed over Kit as her eyes fixed on Cole's. His
expression was purely masculine, smug satisfaction. He knew what had just
happened to her.

Cole eased his leg down
from between her thighs as he steadied her against the wall. Holding her
shoulders securely, his gaze washed over her face. Speechless, unable to utter
a sound, and horrified at her behavior, Kit stood mute. Cole moved one of his
hands and traced his fingertips along the crest of her exposed cleavage. His
hand then moved downward, under the hem of her skirt, and his fingertips
touched her wet panties, before he pushed her skirt back into place.

"God, you're
hot," he whispered. "We can finish this at my place. Wait for me at
the bar while I visit the head, then we can get the hell outa here."
Without waiting for a response, he turned and left her standing alone, against
the wall.

Blinking her eyes in
confusion, Kit watched the stranger disappear through the door to the men's
restroom. Regaining her composure, she quickly glanced around the bar.
Thankfully, no one seemed to notice their shameful behavior on the edge of the
dance floor. She wondered if this was something that happened frequently in
places like this. To Kit's relief, her brother entered the bar.

Cole readjusted his
swollen erection and re-zipped his denims.
Relax, old buddy
. He chuckled
to himself.
I'll be giving you something warm and tight to sink into before
you know it
. Again, he laughed to himself when he realized he didn't even
know her name. Hell, she didn't know his, but that did not stop her from having
a damn orgasm right there on the dance floor!
That choice piece was primed
and ready to go
, he thought. He hoped she had stamina, because he felt like
a randy teenager, capable of an all night enduro. He could still remember the
softness of her full breasts as they pressed against his chest. They were real
all right; he'd bet on it.

When Cole walked out of
the restroom, Kit was nowhere in sight. He suspected she had slipped into the
women's bathroom. He moved back to the bar to finish his drink while he waited.

"I enjoyed
watching your little dance," the bartender greeted Cole. "Want
another drink?"

"No thanks, Chuck.
I'll just finish this one while I wait for my dance partner." In one
swallow, he downed the contents of his glass.

"I'm afraid you'll
have a long wait," Chuck announced.

"What do you
mean?" Cole frowned.

"Some guy came in
here when you went to the head. He sat down at the bar, and that broad came
right up to him and asked him if he'd take her home."

"Did she know
him?"

"I'm positive she
didn't. He made it perfectly clear when she was walking over to the bar that he
didn't know her. Hell, Cole, you got her all warmed up. Hope he appreciates all
your work," Chuck laughed.

"Shit, that bitch!
I hope I never see that little slut again!" Cole hissed as he slammed his
glass on the bar top.

After Sundown
is available where you purchased
Sugar Rush.