I crossed my legs as the heat of his words settled right between my thighs.
Edge leaned in closer to me so I could feel his breath on my neck. “You’ve got quite the right hook, Rebel.”
I felt my cheeks turn pink. Not my most ladylike moment.
“I liked that too.”
I turned on my barstool so I could see his face. “You givin’ me shit, cowboy?”
He laughed. “Oh, little Rebel, nothing could be further from the truth.”
No one—literally no one other than my granddad—had ever called me that. If someone had, it would’ve bugged the crap out of me. However, when Edge said it, I liked it. I more than liked it.
“There’s something I need to tell you.” The teasing lilt was no longer evident in his voice.
“Okay,” I murmured, knowing his flirting had come to an end. Did he have a girlfriend? Maybe he was married. He couldn’t be gay. No way.
“I’m leaving town tomorrow, and I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
I nodded.
“You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you this.”
“Kinda. Yeah.”
“Because if I weren’t, I’d kiss you back, Rebel, a lot harder and deeper and longer than the kiss you gave me.” His lips were close enough to brush the skin on my neck. “Your lips wouldn’t be the only place I kissed either.”
I shuddered. I couldn’t help it. My panties were soaked, and my nipples were rock hard. I was seriously considering wrapping my legs around his waist, especially when I saw the size of the bulge in his jeans.
I gave him the same once-over he’d given me. The sleeves of his shirt were taut on his upper arms, and his rock-hard thighs were so big it looked like the seams of his jeans might bust open. As thick and long as his fingers were, I couldn’t help but imagine that his cock would be the same. I almost came, thinking about how his massive, muscular thrusts would feel.
He nipped my earlobe, and I groaned. This man hadn’t laid a hand on me, yet I was a quivering mess of need.
“When I get back, we’re going to do every single thing you’re imagining right now, plus all the things you’ve never dreamed of, Rebel.”
I swear I was this close to pulling him out into the parking lot and stripping myself bare for him.
The front door of the bar swung open, and I could feel the hair on the back of my neck bristle. Before I could look, Edge put his hand on my arm.
“Do not turn around.”
When I went to turn my head, Ed
ge moved his hand from my arm to the back of my neck.
He put his mouth near my ear. “I told you not to turn around.”
I tried to shrug his hand away, but his grip was firm.
“Hey, Bobby,” I heard Edge call him over.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
I tried again to look at whatever the two were talking about, but Edge wouldn’t let go.
“Rebel, you get to the back storeroom and stay there until either Edge or I come and get you.”
“You better take her,” said Edge.