His hands are big enough to encircle my wrists completely, and even though it’s dark, I can feel his eyes boring into mine. We’re standing close enough to share breath. He’s leaning forward so his chest is almost pressed to my ear. I can practically feel his heartbeat in my own body.

“I’m parked out front,” he whispers, his words warm as his aura washes over me.

He’s still grasping my arms. I’m still leaning in, desperate to get closer. I feel tiny in his arms. His aftershave smells deliciously expensive. God, he’s just my type.

“Okay,” I whisper back, willing him to kiss me right here in this dang hallway.

He chuckles darkly at that. I’m being way too obvious, but I don’t care. “We’re going to have to walk back through the bar and out the front door if you want to be alone with me.”

I squeeze my thighs together at his bluntness. There’s no way I was imagining our chemistry all night, but it still makes a girl feel good to know she’s nailing her target.

“Okay,” I repeat, practically panting as his fingers skim up my arms, grip my shoulders, and gently turn me around.

“Lead the way, princess,” he croons in my ear.

4. Dempsey

Chapter 4

Dempsey

“Come on!” she calls over her shoulder as she practically skips into the crosswalk toward the town center.

“Hey! You didn’t look both ways!” I holler like an overly concerned dad as she strolls into the street without slowing her pace.

Like a little blond fairy, she flits around, making my brain work overtime as I track her movements and consider all the naughty things I’d like to do to her tonight.

Before I can catch up, she stops in the middle of the crosswalk and spreads her arms wide. She’s so fucking pretty standing there in her white skirt and fitted black tank top. I’m overwhelmed by the urge to pull her against me and never let go.

“No one’s out in Hampton at this time of night. It’s just you and me, Dempsey,” she declares, spinning around in a circle with her face tilted toward the sky.

I catch up to her and ensnare her with an arm around her waist, pulling her across the road to safety while relishing the way she melts into my side like she can’t possibly get close enough.

I’m only slightly embarrassed I haven’t asked her name. She obviously knows mine. She probably heard Jake or one of the guys say it at some point tonight.

Typically, I prefer anonymity out of my one-night stands. But that’s not the case tonight. It’s strange to immediately and unexpectedly want more.