Feisty Red: Three Chicks Brewery #2 Page 17
“Oh, yeah, what’s that?”
His fingers tightened around the bindings on her wrists, a statement all on its own. Slowly, gingerly, he dropped his head into her neck and planted a soft kiss there. “I know you.”
The world up and vanished.
Her eyes shut, and just like that, the bar faded away. It was him and her, and how right this felt between them. She couldn’t ignore the magic they shared, and she shivered, wanting things he could deliver on.
She stepped closer . . . needing him . . . wanting him.
He chuckled, his lips brushing against her pulse. “You were wrong.”
She blinked, breaking the spell he put her under. “What?” she breathed.
With the crowd roaring around her, he grinned. “I won a whole lot tonight.”