He found himself going through three more drinks by the time the pool tournament ended. He'd taken the time to imagine what every part of her body would feel like, so when the woman took apart her cue stick and set the two pieces in the case, he approached her.
"Nice game." He leaned forward so she could hear him over the music. "Congratulations."
"Thanks." Her gaze dropped to his mouth. "It was my lucky night.
"Winning deserves a celebration." He motioned the server over. "Let me buy you a drink."
"Thanks, but no." She picked up her case. "It's been a long night. I'm done."
He enclosed his hand around hers, holding the handle, keeping her with him. "One drink. Keep me company."
She looked around the room, then looked at his chest. "Just one."
The server approached. He looked to the woman to order her preference, and because it would be rude to let her drink alone, he got another beer for himself.
Not wanting a table between them, he led her over to the corner. She turned, and he put his hand on the wall, sheltering her from the others in the room.
She put her cue stick case beside her, propping it against her leg, and faced him. "Thanks for paying."
He leaned in and put his mouth by her ear. Her hair tickled his nose, and he inhaled the scent of her. "What's your name?"
She turned her head toward him. "Joey."
"I'm Wyatt." His balls throbbed in pleasure. "You smell good, Joey."
"Poison," she said.
He chuckled. "You're going to kill me."
"No, that's the name of the perfume."
He pulled his head back to look at her face. Raising his voice, he said, "Please tell me you don't have a ring on your finger."
She leaned her head against the wall to look up into his eyes, giving a slight shake. "No ring."
"You're the prettiest thing I've seen in a long time." He trailed his finger up her neck, under her chin, and looked into her blue eyes. "How adventurous are you feeling tonight?"
"I..." Her gaze dropped. "Our drinks are here."
He looked over his shoulder, spotted the server walking toward them, and reluctantly backed off. Feeling damn good, he would skip the drink to get her back to his place.
Once she had a bottle in hand, she looked everywhere but at him. He had his work cut out for him because his plans included her, on his bed, underneath him.
Chapter 4Joey
WYATT'S BODY LEANED closer. Trapped against the wall of the bar, Joey tried to figure out what to do and ignore the way her body welcomed the weight of him at the same time.
She'd watched him all night, drinking one glass of alcohol after another. While he drank, he'd watched her.
She swallowed hard. No, not watched her. He'd seduced her.
Every time she'd walked up to the pool table, she was aware of him behind her. If she glanced over at him while waiting for her turn, their gazes had met and sparked.
They'd flirted across the room all night, and she'd known with every fiber in her body that he would approach her the second the tournament ended.
He hadn't disappointed.
Wound up, she could barely contain the way her body hummed at his closeness. Matters were made a hundred times worse by the fact that she'd lusted after him from a distance over the last six months.
He had no idea she'd inherited the apartments he lived in or that she'd met his kids. To him, she was someone he'd never met or seen before.
A shiver went up her spine despite the warmth in the bar and Wyatt's closeness. He probably believed she was only a woman in a bar, looking for a good time.
His beautiful brown eyes, half-covered with heavy eyelids, looked down on her face. She could almost pretend that he desired her. That his flirting meant something and his attention hadn't come from the amount of alcohol he'd consumed.
She sipped the drink, wetting her mouth. God, he was sexy.
He slipped his hand along her neck and brought her closer. "I want to take you home, J-J..."
"Joey," she whispered, reminding him again, even though he couldn't hear her over the music.
He took advantage of her tilted face and placed his lips against her ear. Her nipples peaked at the roughness of his beard against her skin. She turned her face and inhaled deeply, soaking up his scent. He smelled like she'd imagined he would.
Rugged.
Heady.
Sexual.
She arched her neck, giving him permission. He captured her lips. She moaned into his mouth, unable to control the violent arousal possessing her body.
Tonight, couldn't have gone better. She'd won the tournament—putting five hundred dollars in savings and adding to her goal. And Wyatt had noticed her and was kissing her. Thoroughly.
Adrenaline wiped out any nervousness at kissing him back. His lips were lush, determined, and yet soft. He palmed her hip, dragging her forward. His hardness pressed against her stomach. Her pussy spasmed.
He dragged his mouth off her. "Let's get out of here."
She nodded, setting her bottle on a nearby table. There was no reason to think about the offer. She'd dreamed of going home with him many times in her fantasies.
He slipped his hand into hers. Taking two steps, she remembered her case and tugged his arm, reaching back. Once she had her moneymaker, she walked outside with him.
Near her car, he looped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her again. "I live close. We'll need to walk."
Thank God he hadn't ridden his motorcycle. He'd drank too much.
"I have my car." She turned toward him as he palmed her stomach with his other hand. "I'll drive us."
He dove for her neck. They weren't even going to make it back to the apartments if he kept touching her like that.
Once in the car, she drove around the block. His hand
