Blaze:
I tried to be good.
I really f*****g tried.
But God damn it, what was I supposed to f*****g do?!
Leaning against the bar, drink forgotten in my hand, all I could do was watch her.
Kat.
My girl.
My wild, beautiful, dangerous girl.
She was on that dance floor, hair flying, hips moving, that tight little leather skirt riding up her thighs every time she spun. Fishnets teasing, taunting, begging me to rip them off with my teeth.
I shifted against the bar, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use.
I was hard. Aching. Throbbing.
And every second she stayed out there, it only got worse.
She threw her head back laughing at something—no idea what, didn’t f*****g care—and when she caught me staring, she winked.
Fucking winked.
That was it.
That was the damn last straw
