Page 56 of Smokey's Distraction
“Do you want one? This stuff comes from the club’s dispensary. It’s top-notch shit.”
“No thanks. Maybe another time.” She watched him cup a hand around the joint to light it. “I bet the club’s business does well.”
“Yeah. We’re the only one in the county.”
“Really? I’m surprised there aren’t any other dispensaries. In Denver, it seems like there’s one on practically every corner. Do you grow too?”
Smoke curled above his head. “Yeah, we do it all. We got some lounges since the law passed for recreational use.”
“Any others in town besides yours?”
“No.”
“I guess you guys have a monopoly.” She laughed, but he didn’t join in, giving her the impression he didn’t want to talk about the club’s marijuana business any longer. “Do you hang out where Diamond dances?” she blurted out.Why the hell did I ask abouther?
He shifted, placing himself only a few inches away from her, looking her dead in the eyes. “Are you trying to find out if I go to strip bars?”
A warm flush crept across her cheeks. “No.”
“You’re cute.” Reaching out, he gently ran his finger down the side of her face. “And Diamond works for Dream House, our gentlemen’s club. Different members work the club when needed.” His lips twitched, as if he was fighting back a smile. “I’m also not fucking her.”
Ashley turned away. “I didn’t ask that.”
“But you wanted to.”
“Whatev—” She gasped when he grabbed her by the hips, placing her in his lap with her legs on either side of him.
Breathing in his scent—and without thought—she slid her arms over his shoulders and lowered her head as he craned his neck, seizing her mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss. Telling him to stop never crossed her mind. Ever since their first kiss, all she’d been wanting was Smokey’s lips on hers again.
His ragged breathing shivered into her ear before his tongue darted inside. Tingles scattered through her body and a low moan vibrated along her throat. Running a hand up her back, his fingers grazed the back of her neck and squeezed, forcing her closer. She didn’t care that she could hardly breathe, reveling in the sensations of their tongues teasing, mingling together.
“Ashley,” he rasped.
Butterflies fluttered around her stomach as Smokey dragged his lips from hers, trailing hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Running her fingers down his back, she traced the thick muscle on either side of his spine.
Bucking his hips against her, a feral grunt exploded from his throat. Raking his teeth down her neck, he bit gently sucking an earlobe between his lips. Ashley groaned and threaded slender fingers through his hair.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled as his mouth returned to hers, his tongue sweeping inside.
His hands wandered down her back and over her hips before sliding underneath her tank top to cup her breasts.
Burning pleasure shot between her legs, and she stiffened. She wasn’t ready to take the next step, even though her body ached to feel him inside of her.
“Let me make you feel good,” he whispered, as he skimmed his lips along her jawline.
Reluctantly, she untangled her arms from around his neck, dragging her fingers over his strong shoulders to his firm chest. His hard pectorals felt nice under her hands, and for a moment, she wondered how they’d feel against her bare breasts, her tingling nipples.Stop it!Pushing against his chest, she squirmed out of his grasp and got to her feet.
“I’m sorry, Smokey, I’m not thinking straight. It’s my fault—I got carried away.” She bent over and scooped up her backpack.
“Bullshit,” he said. A deep frown marred his face as he rose to his feet with a sharp sigh.
Avoiding his stare, she shook out the blanket and began folding it up.
“What the fuck’s your problem?” The anger in his voice could cut glass.
“Nothing. I just came to my senses.”
“Bullshit again. Tell it to me straight.”
