Seducing His Secret Wife - Robin Covington Page 0,2
that I wasn’t ready to make.”
Well, that sounded familiar.
“Not ready to commit to him? Or anyone?”
“I think that settling down with someone for the long term is extremely overrated.” Justin didn’t hide his surprise at her words and so she continued with a tease and tug at the lapel of his jacket. “Whoa. Did I just morph into your dream girl?” She slid her fingertips over his jacket, tugging him closer as she ticked off her list. “No commitments. Can hold her liquor. Likes cars.”
Justin grasped her hand and got even closer, murmuring against her ear. She shivered a little and he smiled at the reaction. “If you tell me that sex is your favorite indoor activity, I might just have to marry you.”
Harley froze for a moment and he felt the jump and stutter of her pulse under his lips. But in a flash she pushed him away and picked up her beer, taking a drink before leveling him with a glare that had more sizzle in it than censure.
“And you had to go and ruin it with the M word.” She gestured toward his last glass. “Take your penalty shot.”
He did as he was told, hooking his foot under the rung of her bar stool and easing her closer as he swallowed the liquid fire. “Is Harley your real name?”
She rested her right elbow on the bar, angling her body into the curve of his own. It was intimate, a mirror of his own posture, and he wondered if she knew she was doing it.
“It’s a nickname. I like to restore old cars and bikes. I ride a 1975 Harley.”
That was an answer he wasn’t expecting. “You’re a mechanic?”
“I’m between jobs right now. Taking some time to see this part of the world before I make any plans.” Her vague nonanswer was delivered with enough finality that he knew it was nonstarter. But she intrigued him and he wanted to know more about her, so he decided to change tack.
“What’s the last song you listened to on your phone?”
The change in topic threw her for a minute but she recovered quickly. “‘Jolene’ by Ray LaMontagne.”
“Nice. Moody and soulful but also very sexy. It suits you,” he commented, signaling for another round from the bartender after Harley gave a nod of agreement.
“Okay, now you. Last song,” she prompted, as they both tipped back a shot.
Justin hesitated, remembering what he’d been listening to when he’d pulled into valet parking. Oh hell. This is what he got for letting his nephew program playlists into his account. “‘Cool’ by the Jonas Brothers.”
“I don’t even want to know what that song says about you.” She grimaced and eased a shot glass closer to him. “I think you need to drink to make up for that terrible musical choice.”
He paid his penalty, wiping his mouth with comic exaggeration that made her laugh. Damn, but he loved that sound and it made him wonder how her husky tone would wrap around a moan of pleasure. Justin reached down and tangled his fingers with hers, giving them a squeeze of encouragement. “Your turn.”
Harley pondered a moment and then said, “Okay, beach or the mountains?”
“That’s easy. I’m a California boy. Beaches.” He held up his hand to stop her from answering and then reached out to skim the hair off her face and let the silky strands cool his skin, savoring the slow burn this woman stoked in him. “Let me guess for you.”
“Take your best shot.”
Justin’s fingertips lightly stroked the smooth golden line of her cheekbone and down along her jawline until his hand curled behind her neck and pulled her closer. Harley eased into him, one leg sliding in between his own and her hand resting on his thigh. She was close enough for him to count her long lashes and to feel the fluttering beat of her pulse point. To hear the catch of her breath and the stifled moan of her desire.
Or was that his own?
He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear and body pressed against the length of her. Somehow they had ended up in alignment, mirrors of each other except for the brushes of knees, hands and feet. He was hard, every part of him yearning, aching to strip her down and discover all of her secrets. Not just the curve of her body, not just the places that made her want and need—he wanted to know it all.
But he’d start with her in his bed. Under him.