Page 28 of Smokey's Distraction
Heat stirred within him as his gaze devoured the sight of her curvy hips and round ample breasts. Ashley shifted in place, and his eyes snapped back up to her face, taking in a cute button nose, thick lashes, and the growing frown between dark brows.
“Are you just going to stand there gaping?” Exasperation laced her voice.
Shrugging his shoulders, he said, “I like looking at pretty things.”
With a huff, she shoved her hands in her coat pockets and marched past him.
The grin on Smokey’s face grew as he watched Ashley approach the hostess stand, enjoying the sway of her rounded hips in the fitted burgundy coat, the swish of her silky black hair grazing the middle of her back, and the feminine shape of her long legs.
“I need a table, please,” Ashley said to the hostess.
“Do you have a reservation?” the woman asked.
“I’m not sure.” She turned to look at him.
Smokey walked over and stood close beside her. The sensual fragrance of patchouli and lavender filled his nostrils, and Ashley’s soft body next to his played havoc with his senses, making his cock stir.
“Did you make a reservation?” she whispered, her breath touching his face.
“Yeah,” he replied as he lowered his head.
Their lips were no more than a whisper away from each other.
“I’ll show you to your table,” the hostess’s voice dragged him back to the moment.
Smokey jerked his head up and stepped away from a flushed Ashley. He motioned her to follow the hostess and noticed a slight scowl falling across her face. Averting his eyes from hers, he followed the young maître d’ into the dining area.
The warmth from the fire crackling in the wood-burning fireplace filled the room. Linen tablecloths and napkins, rich burgundy leather booths, cherry hardwood floors, lavish Karastan rugs, and soft jazz playing in the background created an elegant ambiance.
“Here you go,” the hostess said as she placed the menus down on a table by a large window. A shimmering candle encased in crystal sat in the middle as a centerpiece. “Someone will be by shortly to take your drink orders.” The brunette turned away and headed back to the front of the restaurant.
Smokey pulled out Ashley’s chair and said in a low voice, “You look real good in that dress.” He pushed in her seat, then slid into his across from her.
“Thank you,” she said, and then averted her eyes to the window. “The view is beautiful. Living in Denver, the high mountains are always in the background, but here, those jagged peaks are everywhere. It’s breathtaking and very different to see it up close.”
“Is this your first time to a mountain town?”
Turing away from the window, she looked at him and said, “Yes.” She traced her finger around the rim of the water glass, the movement languid.
One corner of his mouth tugged up as he imagined her circling the tip of his cock like that. And to make matters worse, the candlelight flickering on the table cast a warm glow on her skin and made her blue eyes sparkle.
“Would you like anything to drink?” The waiter’s voice broke the spell, and both Smokey and Ashley shifted their gazes to him.
“I’ll have a glass of pinot grigio,” she said.
“A shot of Jack Daniel’s and a Superpower on draft,” he said.
The waiter smiled. “A good choice, sir. Did you want to order any appetizers?”
Ashley looked down. “I haven’t looked at the menu yet.” She cut her gaze to Smokey. “Do you want to order something?”
“Give us a minute, okay?” he said to the waiter.
“Sure, no rush. I’ll be right back with your drinks,” he said before walking away.
“I tried Superpower last October at the Great American Beer Festival in Denver. It’s good. Have you ever been to that festival?”
Smokey nodded, then reached for a slice of hot bread the busser had just put down on the table. “Been there a few times with some of my buddies. I was there last October, too, with Zach.”
