The crowd around me barks out laughs as Nix sits up a little straighter and dusts off his shoulders. “I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he says as Gunner playfully takes his beer away. “Hey!”

“You steal my girl, you lose the beer,” Gunner teases.

“Don’t I get a kiss?” Nix continues the charade.

“Nah, kissing is overrated,” I murmur, earning a lift of one eyebrow from Gunner.

“What was that?” Gunner asks.

“I said kissing is overrated.” Words I used to think were true until Gunner. Until his kisses that feel like a slow, sweet seduction, pulling you in, dragging you under, becoming a temptation like I’ve never known.

But I can’t say that out loud.

It’s hard even to admit it to myself.

So instead, I lift my chin, with a grin on my lips, and challenge Gunner.

“I’m thinking I should be offended since it’s my kiss that was last on your lips,” Gunner says as he comes out from behind the bar and approaches me.

There’s a devious look in his eyes that makes my insides twist deliciously. I stay facing the bar and yelp when Gunner spins my chair around unexpectedly and makes a damn fine show of kissing me properly.

A cheer goes up all around us as he steps between my thighs, fists a hand in my hair, and mercilessly kisses me. For the briefest of moments, it’s just him and me and this incredible kiss.

But the noise fades back in, the kiss ends, and I’m left staring at a man who has a lopsided grin and a semi-hard-on pressing between my thighs.

Glad to know he feels the same way.

He leans down to whisper in my ear. “Kissing is most definitely not overrated.”

“Noted,” I murmur and then smile as he steps back behind the bar.

Taking a deep breath, I turn myself back around to face the bar to find Gunner sliding a gin and tonic in front of me with the cutest smirk on his face. Almost as if he can’t believe he just did that. Almost as though he’s surprised that I made him do that.

But it’s all Gunner. He watches. He listens. He acts.

And I’m one hundred percent here for it.

“It seems you left quite an impression on him,” Nix says from his seat beside me.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” I say, totally aware I now have the attention of more people than I intended when I walked in here.

“It’s a good thing. Definitely a good thing,” he murmurs and takes a sip of his beer.

“How do you know Gunner?” I ask Nix.

“We served together.”

“Here? On deployment? Where?” I ask, trying to learn as much as I can about the man who I can’t seem to take my eyes off.