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“You calling dibs?” Chaos tips his chin at the girl in the pink dress.
I lift my beer to my lips, flipping him off as I do and taking a sip. But the liquid does nothing to cool this fire she’s spreading through me the longer I watch her.
He huffs out a laugh as she weaves through people. “That’s an awfully tight dress for a lost little lamb.”
Her gaze falls over her shoulder, where, at a distance, three guys have their eyes on her. They knock each other’s shoulders when they spot her, and it doesn’t take much to guess what they’re thinking. From the way she found them easily in the crowd, I guess they must have been following her for a while.
“She’s drawing the attention of assholes.” I tilt my chin, and Chaos follows my gaze to the group of guys tracking her.
I want to tear out their spinal cords and strangle them with them for daring to look at her. A fucking angel in a city of sin. And when her eyes meet mine, I swear I see the only glimpse of heaven I’ll ever get.
The girl in the pink dress swallows, her throat working. For a second, there’s a flash of interest in her eyes. She sweeps over me, rolling her shoulders back. Hesitation melts away, confidence taking its place as she walks straight toward me.
Why is that so fucking hot?
“Incoming.” I take another sip of my beer, pretending I don’t give a shit that this girl hasn’t taken her eyes off me.
It’s not like I don’t know my way around a woman. I’ve got more experience than she’d probably want to know about. Still, something about this chick has me on edge. Anxious even. What I wouldn’t give to know what she’s thinking.
“Hey.” She pauses a couple of feet away, shifting on her feet.
Up close, I realize just how small she is. At least a foot shorter than me—forced to crane her neck back to meetmy gaze. Those pale-blue eyes fix on mine, a contrast to her dark freckles. She’s innocent but brave.
“Random question…” She nibbles her lower lip, twisting her hands in front of her.
“Shoot.” I rest my elbows back on the bar, and her gaze drifts over me.
This T-shirt is a little tighter than I usually wear, and I like that she appreciates it. But her eyes pause on my cut with a second of hesitation. She doesn’t look like the kind of girl who knows what a motorcycle club is, but I don’t doubt she knows a biker when she sees one.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
Of all the things she could have asked, that’s not what I was expecting.
“No.” My eyebrows furrow.
“Married?”
Chaos bursts out laughing, and I shove his shoulder.
“Not married. Why?”
She glances over her shoulder toward the assholes who are still watching her. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Beat the shit out of the guys following you?” I guess, fully prepared to do just that if she wants me to.
What wouldn’t I do for this girl?
“No, not that.” She pushes her dark waves off her shoulders as she takes a step forward.
Her perfume is sweet and spicy. Orange blossoms and cloves. Unforgettable like her. She floods my fucking lungs as she takes another step, and everything in me resists reaching for those perfect hips of hers and tugging her to me.
“You needed a favor?” I ask, clearing my throat.
She wets her lips as her gaze drops to my mouth. “Kiss me like I’m yours.”
I have no idea what the fuck brought her over here—especially for that. But I don’t hesitate a second. One moment, I’m standing with my back to the bar, the next, I’ve snagged her hand and pulled her against me.
My fingers thread into her silky hair as I lower my lips to her perfect mouth.
