“Sex?” he interrupted.
Raising a blonde brow, she dipped her head once, conceding, and quickly added, “Hot, sweaty, great sex. Which I’m assuming, you can deliver.”
Josh was completely amused and turned on by the woman. He found himself battling to keep his hands off her, and at the same time, he wanted to burst out laughing.
“Oh, and why would you assume that?”
She let her eyes travel down his chest, then to his jeans where he was sporting a major hard on, and then brought them back up to his face.
“I guess I’m not assuming. I’m hoping. Because, if not, I think I may have to just go ahead and end my life,” she sighed dramatically and looked at the dance floor. Then, she turned back to him as she continued, “Let’s put it this way. If I found out Paul wasn’t a firecracker after dark, it wouldn’t be such a surprise. If I found out you weren’t, I’d want to find a short pier and hurl myself off it. You have a body that’s made to pound a woman into her bed. So, I’m really hoping you can live up to that.”
Josh clenched his fist on the bar top and gritted his teeth as he shifted his feet where he stood, painstakingly trying not to reach down and rearrange what was pushing hard against his zipper.
“What’s the deal you’re offering, Monroe? Spell it out to me before I pick you up and haul you and your dirty mouth out of here.”
Grinning like she’d won some kind of battle, she uncrossed her legs and slipped off the stool, standing so close to him her breasts brushed against his chest. He continued to stand where he was, refusing to give in to her aggressive stance.
Raising a hand, she reached out with a finger and traced a line around one of his nipples that was pressing hard against his shirt. She looked up at him from under her dark lashes, and her hot blue eyes locked onto his.
Shelly was about to explode as she stood close enough to Josh she could smell his cologne mixed in with his own scent. She raised her eyes to his and grinned at the hot primal expression on his face. He looked like he wanted to attack her, and quite honestly, she wanted to be attacked.
“The deal is this. No one knows about us. This is sex. Hot sex, but just sex. I want a nice, sweet everyday man to settle down with. And, honestly, you scream complicated and not so sweet. So, the deal is you, me, and sex. No one knows. Not Lena and definitely not Mason.”
She watched as his scorching eyes melted away all her resistance. When he finally moved, he lifted his hand from the bar and took hers that was tracing his chest.
He brought it down from his body, almost as though he couldn’t control himself while she was touching him, and then he held his hand out to hers as if they would shake on it.
Oh no, Delicious Daniels. We’re going to seal this my way.
Smiling, she stood on tiptoes and whispered, “We’ll seal the deal tonight when we come all over each other.”
She heard him groan softly as she took a step back and smoothed her hands down her dress. She’d gotten herself so worked up that she could feel her damp panties sliding against her aroused flesh.
“So? Deal, Mr. Daniels?”
She could have sworn she felt his eyes as they tracked down her body, and then came up to rest on her face as he nodded.
“It’s a deal, Miz Monroe.”
Smirking at his sexy delivery of her name, she went to step around him to go and find Paul, but then stopped when she was beside him, shoulder to shoulder.
“My number is in Lena’s phone. I’ll let you work out how to get it,” she paused as he turned his head to look down at her. Raising a brow, she ended with, “No strings, Josh. Not one. Unless, of course, it’s to tie me up.”
He nodded, and she winked at him before she walked away.
Chapter Five
Josh watched Shelly strut away from him on those ice-pick heels. What the hell just happened?
Shit, he knew what had happened. His brain had left the building, and he had decided to forget all his convictions for the sake of having her. All because the Man-Eater had arrived, and she’d taken a huge bite out of his ass.
The woman was sex personified, and she had no problems using it. In fact, she used it so well that she had made him forget his entire conversation with Mason about his own adamant refusal to touch her. She was a witch, and she had cast a spell.
He let his eyes search the crowd quickly, trying to spot Lena, so he could devise a plan to get that cell phone number. There wasn’t a chance in Hell he was missing out on that.
Josh leaned back against the bar, crossing one leg over the other, as he discreetly tried to run a hand over the front of his jeans to alleviate some of the pressure. Once he realized there was no use, he just gave up, knowing the only relief would be to—how had she put it? Oh, that’s right—come all over each other.
He was trying to remember if he’d ever had a woman talk to him quite so boldly, and he was pretty sure that the answer was a big fat no.
However, Shelly gave as good as she got.
When Josh had first decided to hell with all his plans about not touching, he’d thought he would just be blunt, get to the point, and lay it all on the line for the sexy doctor. What he hadn’t expected was for her to give it back to him—and twice as good.
The woman is trouble, and I’m going to have fun getting into it. Or should I say her?
Finally, he spotted Mason pulling a hazy-eyed Lena from the dance floor. She was stuck to his side like glue, and Josh could tell by the expression on her face that by the end of the night she would be even closer to her man.
They stopped in front of him, and Mason smiled before he asked, “What’s up with the Shelly? You piss her off?”
Josh shook his head, making sure to keep his face as neutral as possible. “Who knows? That woman’s touchy. Probably upset that I even thought about talking to her. From what I can tell, she goes for someone of a different caliber than me.”
Lena rested her flushed cheek against Mason’s side and smiled softly at him. She looked as though Mason had already taken care of her and was basking in the glow of a fantastic orgasm. Who knew? Maybe he had, Josh thought with a smirk.
“That’s not true,” she said softly. “Shelly doesn’t know what she wants. She dates all these boring stuffed-shirt guys that never leave her satisfied. Why do you think she’s still single?”
Josh shrugged, as though it was of no concern to him. When deep down he was thinking, There is no way in hell she is going to leave unsatisfied tonight.
Then, he asked over the loud music, “Hey, Lena, do you mind if I borrow your cell phone? I need to call…” Shit, who do I need to call? Hello, make someone up, moron. She doesn’t know you. “I need to call my neighbor. I forgot to let Mutley out before I left, and I don’t want a mess in the house.”
Nodding, she moved a little from Mason, and in Josh’s frustrated state, he was almost brought to his knees when she bent over and unzipped the top of her boot, pulling out a phone.
When she stood and handed it to him, he heard Mason ask, “Man, are you okay? You don’t look so good.”
You think? I’m dying over here. Dr. Barbie has me hard as a steel rod, and your woman is pulling a phone out of fuck-me boots, Josh thought.
However, instead of answering Mason, he nodded mutely as he grabbed the phone, making a mad dash for the exit.