Trashy (Take It Off #10)(15)
Author: Cambria Hebert

If words had a flavor, those would have been a giant, warm-from-the-oven donut drizzled in warm, gooey glaze. Sinful, bad for you… but so damn good.

“‘Kay.” I agreed.

He reached around me and opened the door. The sounds of the bar pressed in on me, intruding upon our little bubble.

“Rox?” he said quietly, but even over the music and rambunctious crowd, I heard him.

I glanced over my shoulder, peeking around my tangled hair.

“Thanks for the dance.” The corner of his mouth turned up, an ornery smile stealing over his features.

I winked and walked away.

Backstage, the girls all started clapping when I stepped up to my table. I felt my cheeks flame under the attention. Thankfully, it didn’t last very long because we were all busy and had work to do. I grabbed an outfit out of my bag to finish my shift. It was the only outfit of mine that offered some sort of modesty.

With the fabric still clutched in my hand, I sagged against the makeup table and blew out a shaky breath.

I should be congratulating myself for staying strong, for avoiding a situation that would likely end in more heartache.

But I wasn’t.

Deep down, I knew I hadn’t avoided anything with Adam. I’d just made it even more inevitable.

10

Adam

I had to stay in my office for a while after Roxie went back to work. If I didn’t like to wear jeans at work because of professionalism, imagine how unprofessional my boner would be.

I’d never wanted a woman this bad before. Maybe because I’d never tried to fight my attraction to one before. Of course, if that were the case, then wouldn’t that kiss have lessened my want? Wouldn’t it have sated at least a little part of my desire?

It didn’t.

It left me with a serious hard-on, a tent in my pants, and the possibility of blue balls.

Eventually, I was able to focus on something other than the way it felt to finally kiss her, and I credited that to reading the manual for the electric pencil sharpener on my desk.

The club was just about empty when I left my office. The dancers were done for the night, and a few of the girls were finishing up their shifts.

My gaze found Roxie automatically, and I noticed she looked a little strained.

How the hell could she already look like that after the kiss I laid on her? She should still be walking around on wobbly knees!

“Roxie!” I bellowed.

My sudden yell made her jump, and I felt bad. I hadn’t meant to scare her.

“Do you have any other volume besides extremely obnoxious?” she asked, coming over to where I stood.

I leaned in close, dropping my gaze to her mouth. “Oh, I think you know I do.”

She pressed her lips together like she was remembering the kiss. I was totally the man.

“Why do you look like something is wrong?” I asked, trying my best to not be obnoxious.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes slipping over to where a couple people still sat in the club. “Nothing’s wrong,” she answered, looking back at me. “Just ready to go home.”

I scanned the people still sitting around. A table of guys who looked to be about twenty-one were talking to one of the dancers, a couple sat nestled in the corner, finishing off their drinks, and a lone man hunched over his beer and staring down at his cell phone.

“Are any of the guys bothering you?” I asked, not really seeing anything that might be a problem, but unsure just the same.

“No,” she replied quickly. A little too quickly.

“Club’s closing!” I called, and everyone started to get ready to go. If someone was bothering her, then they wouldn’t be an issue very long.

“Why don’t you go ahead and leave for the night?” I told her. “Everything’s about done here anyway.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Grab your stuff. I’ll walk you to your car.”

A few minutes later, she came out with a duffle bag in her hand and my jacket slung over her arm. I didn’t hesitate to slip the bag off her shoulder and take the jacket from her grasp. Before she could say anything, I held it out so she could slip her arms inside.

Once my coat was around her, I picked up her duffle and guided her to the door. We bypassed the bouncer out into the empty parking lot. She was parked around the side of the building so we headed in that direction.

When we arrived at her car, I was sort of hesitant to let her leave. I felt like I’d been waiting for her forever. I took the keys out of her hand, started up the car for her, and tossed the duffle in the backseat.

When I pulled out of the car, she was standing directly behind me. I shut the driver’s door and leaned against it, curling my fingers around the lapels of my jacket and tugging her a little closer.

“I like your lips,” I murmured, staring down at the object of my affection.

“Just my lips?” she whispered, a small smile playing over her mouth.

“I might be partial to everything else around them too.”

“I might like that.” Roxie swayed a little closer, pressing me into the side of the car, and I tightened my hands on the front of the jacket and lowered my head.

Her lips were soft and warm, the kiss was tender, and it was entirely easy to lose myself in the feel of her. The steady rhythm in which we moved together was far better than any song I’d ever heard, and I released the jacket so I could cup her face and pull her closer.

Roxie made a little sound in the back of her throat as her soft lips parted. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and gently teased until she melded against me like it was hard for her to stand.

I forgot we were outside in a parking lot. The way she felt in my arms was most arguably the most incredible thing I’d ever experienced. She was all soft and curvy, her body begging to be explored. My hands slipped into the opening of the jacket and slid across her waist and around to the small of her back.

Roxie’s fingers skirted over the exposed skin at my neck and throat, lightly climbing up the side of my jaw and around the back of my head.

The sound of a car door slamming intruded upon our moment, and I drew back slowly, blinking down at her. Roxie’s little pink tongue darted out over her bottom lip, capturing what was left of our kiss. It was fucking hot, and I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to pull off all the fabric between us and rub our bodies together until we both fell over the edge of bliss.

“Thanks for walking me to my car,” she whispered, tilting her head back to look up at me.

Her bangs were falling into her eyes, so I brushed them back and smiled. “It was my pleasure.”