After Sundown (2 page)

Cole was delighted to discover
the
tempting baggage actually improved on closer inspection. Incredible, vivid blue eyes stared back at him through long, dark, spiky lashes. Her complexion was flawless and clear, with flushed cheeks and a dainty nose. Unlike most of the women who frequented
After
Sundown, he could not detect any makeup, yet suspected she must have artfully applied some
to attain
such a stunning appearance. His
gaze
dropped down to her pouting lips
. Noticing a glimmer of lip-
gloss
,
he experienced a tremendous urge to lick it off. Just as that thought crossed his mind, her delicate pink tongue flicked over her lips, before disappearing behind straight white teeth. C
ole fairly groaned at the sight
and he could feel the tightening behind his fly. His eyes
looked
down and settled on her ample cleavage. Admiring the view
for
a moment,
he looked
back up and fastened on the startled blue eyes that were obviously aware of his blatant perusal.

Kit never imagined that any of the men who might approach her would look quite like this. She swallowed nervously and forced a smile, reminding herself that she was here to
do
a job, not to admire the landscape. By reflex
,
she almost refused his offer to buy her drink, yet stopped herself in time. Instead
,
she thanked him and flashed another
smil
e,
then moved her gaze away from his scrutiny and
fixed
on the bartender who was filling a fresh frosty mug from the beer tap.

"I've never seen you in here before." His opening line wasn't exactly original and his unwavering, intense gaze made his intentions painfully clear. Kit imagined that any moment
he would
simply ask
my place or
yours.
Yet, his next words
made her chuckle
, forcing her blue eyes to meet his dark ones.

"Are you lost?"
Kit didn’t respond immediately, but wondered if all pickup lines were as lame
.
"You don't seem to belong here.
I thought maybe you were lost." The bartender set
the mug of beer in front of her
and she took a sip before
answering
.

"Don't you mean, what is a nice girl like you doing in a p
lace lik
e this?" Kit asked, finding
humor in the inane ritual. It all seemed so silly
. Cole's smile widened in satisfaction. It was obvious this
sexy creature
knew
why wom
e
n came to After Sundown.

"Oh, please don't tell me you're a nice girl. That will absolutely break my
hear
t,
" 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.
Alread
y,
his mind was mapping out the pleasures this woman's body would provide him.

Cole’s gaz
e fixed on
Kit’s blue eyes as he reached out with his right hand, and gently traced the c
urve of her arm with his finger
tips, beginning at her shoulder and moving down to her elbow that rested on the bar top.
Instinctivel
y,
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
.
N
ervousness 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 e
yes moved back to the stranger. She was
growing uncomfortable by his unwavering stare.

"Perhaps they come to play pool or dance
,
"
s
he suggested innocently, wondering what was keeping her brother. It was impossible to observe the bartender with this g
orgeous, 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 tan
ned
, as if he worke
d out of doors. For a fleeting
moment
,
she wished she w
ere
the type
of woman
who
engage
d
in casual sex.

"Then let's dance
,
"
he
suggested abruptly. H
is hand grip
p
ed her forearm and 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 o
n 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.
Aggressivel
y,
his tongue invaded the warmth of her mouth. Her breath was sweet and addictive. Kit felt the wall slam against her back, holding her
uprigh
t,
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
, f
orgetting 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
un
expected climax s
eized 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 pure male, 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
,
"
h
e 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 erec
tion and re-zipped his denims.
Relax old buddy
. He chuck
l
ed 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 breast
s
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 no
where in sight. He suspected she
had
slipped into the woman's
bathroom
. He moved back to the bar to finish his drink while he waited.

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

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