fun-romance

She gulped her whiskey sour. The bar was hot tonight.CJ circled back to check on them. "You ladies doing okay?""Define okay." Natalie's whiskey seemed to be talking. Because the whiskey was the only thing that could've put that husky, suggestive tone in her voice. Yep, that was all the whiskey.He propped his elbows on the bar, which put his face level with hers, and fixed his undivided attention on her. There went her lady bits fanning themselves. With a few added whimpers. They remembered what his hands and body and lips felt like too."Content." His voice was low and raw, his gaze penetrating and unwavering. "Happy. Completely, one hundred percent satisfied."Her mouth went dry while the rest of her went up in needy flames that made her want to scratch the all-but-gone rash he'd tended so well on Monday."Nope," Natalie squeaked. "Not okay then.

Heard a rumor you can__ cook,_ he said.She didn__ look away from her reading. __ou know rumors.They__e always true.__he had him there. According to some of the tabloids, he had fourteen love children, two with aliens and one with the sister of Bigfoot.

Cinna slid down the bar, sassing three groomsmen andwinking at a fourth on her way.__ totally get why some animals eat their young,_ Pepper said.

She ran her hands under his shirt, over his chest, her cooltouch igniting shivers over his skin. __s this a ploy to get another song out of me?_ she asked.__t__ a ploy to get you out of your pants.___nd what, exactly, are you planning on doing once you getme out of my pants?__ill felt his lips curving up again. __arlin_, you leave thedetails to me.

Lindsey had a nearly uncontrollable desire to run herfingers through his hair, to see if it was as soft today as it had been the last time she__ known him. And that thick stubble on his cheeks and chin was long enough to be soft too. The good soft.Especially against her softer parts.Intrigue and desire warmed the smileys on her panties.

If you kiss me and then leave again to go write anothertwangy song,_ she said, eyes closed, lips barely moving, __ swear to God, I will snap that guitar in half and feed it to you for breakfast.___ou use the prettiest words.

They hadn__ been good months. About as ugly as a wet warthog and as messed up as a bumblebee in a snowstorm.