One Daring Night (4 page)

“Okay. I’ve got one, but you’re not allowed to laugh.”

“Hate to make a promise like that. Because when someone starts with that comment, they usually follow it up with some pretty funny shit.”

He rolled his eyes, but continued without her promise. “Within the first twenty minutes of
The Notebook
, I was sobbing like a baby. But if you tell anyone that, I’ll deny ever watching that damn chick flick.”

She giggled. “Wow. I don’t think I would have told that one if I was you. Sort of spoils this whole manly-man thing you’ve got going.”

“Thanks for not laughing.”

She shrugged unapologetically. “Gave no promises.” Then she added, “Don’t worry about it. Everyone cries during that movie. I think it’s actually in the rules somewhere you have to bawl your eyes out anytime you watch something written by Nicholas Sparks.”

“Good to know.” He pointed at her. “Okay. Your turn.”

“I didn’t promise tit for tat.”

Eric’s eyes drifted south. “Please, for the love of all that’s holy, don’t say tit to me right now. I’m having a hard enough time being a gentleman and keeping my eyes on your face.”

She looked down, then leaned forward a little, exposing the tiniest bit more of her cleavage. It felt like years since she’d flirted—actually it
had
been years—and Eric was easy to tease. “What? These little old things.”

He narrowed his eyes, well aware of her game. He moved closer as well, his voice lowering. “I’m not the kind of man you want to tease, Joni.”

She licked her lips, feeling for the first time that her actions were less joke and more invitation. Somewhere in the last few minutes, tonight had stopped being about nursing her broken heart and more about exploring some unknown, but very tempting new territory. “I…” She had no idea what to say.

Eric saved her from trying. “Tell me your secret.”

Joni’s response came quickly and with very little thought. “I’m not all that upset about what Jeff did. I mean…I’m really pissed off, but it’s not so much that he hurt me as much as he wounded my pride. That’s bad, isn’t it? I was seriously planning to marry this guy, but now…”

“Now it would appear he saved you from yourself.”

She nodded, liking how succinctly he’d summed up her feelings. “Exactly.”

“How long did the two of you date?” Eric asked.

“Three years.”

“Why were you with him?”

She lifted one shoulder. “It was easy.”

Eric snorted lightly. “And I thought
my
commitment issues were fucked up.”

She narrowed her eyes, though she took no offense. He’d opened a door and she wanted to peek inside, learn more about him. “How so?”

“I’ve never dated a woman more than three months. And the only reason that one lasted so long is because I was out of town for business at least five weeks’ worth of those months.”

“Sorry to say this, but if we’re comparing, you’re way more fucked up than me.”

He reached over and tugged her hair. “Thanks for spelling that out for me. Hence tonight’s vow. I’ve decided it’s time to turn over a new leaf.”

“I didn’t start the evening with that intention, but it looks like I’m getting a fresh start on life too.”

“That calls for a drink.” Eric got the bartender’s attention. Once they were refilled, they lifted glasses with little fanfare.

The tequila was starting to go down a lot easier, the burn of the alcohol growing less with each subsequent shot. That wasn’t good. She wasn’t much of a drinker, which meant this wasn’t going to end well. But she had a hard time caring at the moment. The hangover would be tomorrow’s problem.

“So give me more. What are some things you’d never tell a woman on a first date?”

He leaned back in the stool. “I have a pretty active sex drive. I jack off at least five times a week, usually more.”

She laughed. “Is this during weeks when you aren’t getting laid regularly by women with no names?”

He shook his head, his grin growing. “Nope. This is every week, regardless of my nighttime pickups.”

“That is not normal.”

He threw his head back, laughing loudly. “Trust me, Joni. This is perfectly normal.”

“Jeff never did that,” she insisted.

“Maybe not in front of you. So there. I’ve embarrassed myself. It’s your turn to tell me something mortifying.”

Joni tried to think of something, but the fact was she was a very boring person. “I leave wet towels on the floor all the time.”

Eric crossed his arms. “Try again.”

“I leave big globs of toothpaste in the sink. I’m a total slob.”

He narrowed his eyes impatiently. “I’m still waiting.”

She sighed. “I…I…oh God. I can’t believe I’m about to say this. I masturbate at least three times a week.”

She expected Eric to laugh, but instead he leaned closer. “I think I just fell in love with you.”

Joni cracked up as she shoved his shoulder. “You twisted jackass.”

The next two hours passed in a haze of tequila and laughter as they each tried to one-up each other on every crazy, horrible, funny thing they’d ever done in their lives. She told Eric things she’d never told another living soul.

Soft music had been playing since their arrival. Typical pub songs. Every now and then, one would catch their attention and they’d sing along. They did what she considered an award-winning rendition of “Piano Man”, though Eric confessed afterwards he’d seen a couple of their fellow patrons laughing and making faces as they’d gotten progressively louder, more flamboyant, and less on key.

When Pearl Jam came on, Eric sat up straighter. “Hey. It’s our song. Come on. Dance with me.”

Joni refused to take his hand, though she was grinning. “We just met. We don’t have a song.”

“Of course we do. It’s this one.” Eric refused to be denied as he grabbed her hand and led her to an empty spot between two tables. Joni was relieved she didn’t stumble as much as she feared. She’d put down way too much tequila.

“This isn’t exactly a dancing sort of bar. I think its primary function is drinking and talking,” she pointed out when they caught the attention of several people.

“Shhh.” Eric pulled her closer, softly singing the chorus to “Future Days” in her ear. She had to admit he had a nice voice. He was a good dancer too.

Both of those facts drifted to the background because of the way she felt when her body was pressed next to his. She wasn’t sure, but she thought it was his erect cock rubbing against her stomach. Unfortunately it was too hard to concentrate on just that area because there were too many other hot parts of him touching her too.

Her breasts pressed against his chest. One strong arm wrapped around her waist, his fingers somehow finding their way beneath the hem of her shirt, touching her overheated skin. He’d taken one of her hands in his large palm for just a moment before he released her fingers, his hand moving to the back of her neck. He gently stroked her nape, just beneath her hair, and she released a quiet, breathy moan that revealed too much about her current horny state.

Joni gave up the pretense of proper dancing. Her arms encircled his waist as if she were hugging him and she rested her cheek against his shoulder, letting her eyes drift close as they moved in time to the slow, sweet song.

She’d never considered dancing foreplay, but there was no doubt Eric was subtly seducing her right there in the middle of the bar. The hand on her neck, the other tucked under her shirt, stroking her lower back, his hot breath in her ear, and his cock—oh yeah, he was completely hard—brushing against her stomach were all working against her. Or
for
her.

How long had it been since she’d succumbed to lust? Gotten this worked up, this hot and bothered? Too damn long. Another reason flashing loud and clear in her brain when she considered why she should have dumped Jeff long ago. She’d essentially let him force her hand because she’d become too complacent; too willing to sacrifice this…oh God…this incredible feeling for the sake of comfortable routine.

Eric said he’d admired her courage in the restaurant, but it hadn’t felt like bravery to her. She’d been hurt, so she’d struck out. Now…something about the way Eric looked at her—as if she were some powerful warrior—made her feel bold. Daring.

She loosened her grip on his waist, letting one hand drift lower. She didn’t stop until her hand rested on his ass. His very tight, firm, bounce-quarters-off-of-it ass. Eric groaned.

Then he copied the motion, his hand leaving her waist and making its own trip south.

She was only vaguely aware of the other people around her. For once in her life, Joni didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of her. This night was about shaking things up, doing all those things she’d never let herself try because of fear or some deeply ingrained idea of what society deemed a
good girl
.

She tightened her grip, grabbing his ass and using it to press his cock harder against her. Eric didn’t try to hold her back. He let her make the moves. Then he countered with his own hotter, sexier ones. Someone must have turned the heat on in the place because Joni felt a drop of perspiration rolling down her back. Then another.

Eric ran his hand down the length of her spine, provoking a shiver she couldn’t conceal. He moved just the tiniest bit away, then cupped her cheek, pulling her face up so he could look at her.

His gaze was locked on her lips and Joni licked them, anticipating the kiss she knew he wanted to give her.

Then, the song changed. An upbeat Taylor Swift song that had one table of women near them bouncing out of their seats. Apparently she and Eric had been trendsetters. The small area around them filled with a bunch of tipsy women who’d stumbled in half an hour earlier, clearly several bars deep into a bachelorette party, jumping around and “shaking it off.”

The moment ruined, Eric gave her a rueful grin, then gestured to their seats at the bar. She nodded and they returned to their empty shot glasses.

Joni had wanted that damn kiss, but with a proper distance between them once more, she had no idea how to initiate it.

So much for being bold. Suddenly, she was back in familiar skin, feeling awkward and clueless. Maybe it was time to cut her losses. Quit while she was ahead.

Joni glanced at her phone and blew out a long breath. It was nearly one a.m. “I should call a cab and get going.” The look of disappointment on Eric’s face reflected exactly how she felt. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much fun. It had been years.

Which suddenly made Jeff’s actions less painful. In fact, she was starting to think maybe she’d dodged a bullet.

Eric didn’t try to change her mind. Instead he gave her a very sweet, very sexy grin. “I had a great time tonight, Joni.”

She widened her eyes as she pretended to be impressed. “Hey, you remember my name. Good for you.”

He reached out and cupped her neck, using that hold to pull her closer. Their faces were mere inches away, their tequila-scented breath mingling and heating the air around them. “I’m never going to forget your name.”

She wasn’t sure how to reply to that. It was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to her…in a completely warped way.

Eric didn’t give her time to reply as he pulled her the rest of the way in and gave her the kiss she’d been too afraid to claim on her own.

And it was even better than she’d expected. Joni had been kissed quite a bit in her day, but no kiss ever, in the history of her entire life, felt like this one.

Maybe it was the tequila. Or the late hour. Or the fact her emotions had been on overload for hours—fluctuating between anger and pain, laughter and happiness, boldness and insecurity.

None of that mattered when she parted her lips and her tongue met his. They’d spent a night talking about everything and nothing. Now they were saying so much more without words.

Joni lifted her hand to his face, enjoying the roughness of his five o’clock shadow. There was something so much more masculine, dangerous about this man versus the one she’d just dumped across the street. Jeff had been a safe choice. And it wasn’t until tonight that she realized how completely bored she’d been with that.

Eric offered all those things she’d thought herself smart to avoid. Excitement, anticipation, fear of the unknown, taking a risk. He was a womanizer, a playboy, a flight risk. He’d admitted that to her, but she didn’t care.

She wanted more of these kisses, more of his hands running through her hair, just…more.

“Do you want to come home with me?” she whispered, pulling away from him, unable to believe she’d issued the invitation, but not about to take it back.

“More than I can say,” he murmured against her lips.

“You know what I want.” It wasn’t a question. She’d told him. Point blank. Sex. A one-night stand. He was the perfect guy to give it to her.

He pulled away and captured her gaze, nodding.

Or at least, he had been until his change of heart this morning. Was he really willing to go back on his vow so quickly? “The problem is, Eric, I know about the bet and how much you’d lose. If you go home with me, aren’t you worried about not getting what you want?”