Brisa smacked her friend in the arm with the towel she’d used to dry some glasses behind the bar. “You really do have a gutter mind.”
“Takes one to know one.”
“Yeah, well, yours is worse than mine.”
After Brisa mixed the drinks Janey needed for one of her orders, and Janey left to serve them, Brisa turned her gaze in Darius’ direction. He seemed to stare at her, a slight smile on his lips. The expression made him even better-looking. She sighed. She’d have to wait and see what happened when the bar closed.
Chapter Two
Darius spent the last couple of hours that the bar remained open slowly sipping on beer. He only had two, not wanting Brisa to think he’d had too much to drink. Not that two, or much less six of them, would affect him. Since becoming immortal, he’d lost the ability to become drunk. He figured it had to do with the way his body now metabolized anything he put into it. He could eat as much as he wanted, whatever he wanted, and remained the same as the day he’d vowed to serve Anubis. The perks of being one of the god’s warriors.
He drank the last swallow of beer and turned his gaze on Brisa. It was almost closing time and she was cleaning up the bar. He still didn’t know what had come over him, causing him to ask to walk her to her car at the end of the night. He’d told himself repeatedly she wasn’t one he could have anything to do with, that admiring her from afar was all he was allowed.
But when she’d served him his beer instead of the waitress, then introduced herself, he’d been unable to resist her. Especially when their fingers had touched. Something had zapped through him straight to his cock, making it strain even more against the zipper of his jeans. Then he’d smelled the scent of her arousal and his good intentions had flown out the window.
Seeing Brisa’s waitress friend wave to her before she headed out the door, Darius took that as his cue to go up to the bar. He grabbed the empty bottle from the table and stood. He was the last customer in the room.
Darius wove his way around the tables. Once he stood in front of the bar, he placed the bottle on top of it. “Are you just about ready to leave?” he asked.
She grabbed the empty beer and placed it in a case behind her. She straightened and turned back to him. “Just about. I have to bring the money from the register to the manager, then I can go.”
He watched her push a couple of buttons on the till, which caused the cash drawer to open. She took out the tray and covered it with a piece of metal before she walked out from behind the bar and headed to the offices at the opposite end of the room. It didn’t take her very long to come back. He also noticed she now carried a purse.
Brisa stopped in front of him. “All right. I can go now.”
As they walked toward the bar’s entrance, she fished her keys out of her purse. Once outside, as they were walking toward the parking lot at the side of the building, Darius did his sweep of the area with his gaze. It was late enough that there was hardly anyone else around. Neither he nor Brisa said anything. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her look at him a few times.
When they reached a silver compact car, she said, “Well, this is me.” She looked at him shyly as she played with her key ring.
He shifted closer, crowding her against the car’s door, forcing her to crane her neck to look up at him. Darius shifted even closer until they were toe-to-toe. He heard her breath catch, and smelled the scent of her growing arousal on the breeze that swirled around them.
Even though he damned himself for being a fool, Darius couldn’t stop himself from bending his head and brushing his lips against Brisa’s. She was just too tempting. And when she made an almost inaudible sigh, he had to have more of her.
Angling his lips for a tighter fit, he claimed her mouth fully. He increased the pressure before he swept his tongue along the crease of her lips, seeking entrance. She opened for him and he pushed inside. He moaned at the taste of her. Kissing her was better than he’d imagined.
As her tongue twined with his, her arms came up and wrapped around his neck. Darius dropped his hands to her hips, spread his legs slightly and pulled her between them. His hard cock twitched when she rubbed up against him. Need pounded through him, causing his dick to throb in time with his rapidly beating heart.
He sucked her tongue into his mouth and she swept the inside, tasting him as he’d tasted her. His libido increased. Darius ground his erection into her. He ached for her, but this was neither the time nor the place.
Darius lifted his head, knowing the little he’d taken from Brisa wouldn’t be enough. He’d had his taste and craved more. He may well damn himself, but he wasn’t ready to end what they’d started.
“When can I see you again?” he asked, his voice gruff with the arousal still pounding through him.
She blinked a few times, seeming to come out of a daze. Her lips were swollen from his kisses. She licked them, making him want to claim them once more. But he did nothing of the sort.
“Tomorrow,” she said in a quiet voice. “During the day, if you want. I have to work at night again.”
“That’ll be good for me. Give me your phone number and I’ll call you sometime after lunch.”
“Sure. Let me write it down for you.” Brisa reached inside her purse and took out what looked like an old receipt along with a pen. She scribbled her number on the back of the piece of paper before she handed it to him. “That’s my cell. I don’t have a landline.”
Darius shoved it in his jeans front pocket. “I’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”
He turned before he weakened and pulled Brisa back in his arms. His body still thrumming with desire, Darius walked away. On the sidewalk, he headed in the direction where he’d left his car a few blocks up, having chosen the section of the city near the bar as his hunting grounds for this particular night.
Once at his sports car, he started the engine before he pulled away from the curb. As he drove to his home, he relived every taste and feel of having Brisa in his arms. Even the small sounds of pleasure she’d made while he kissed her. Having lived eight hundred and twenty-two years, for the first time, he’d found a woman he thought he wanted to spend his life with. It was too bad he’d never be able to keep Brisa as his own.
Brisa watched Darius walk away until he disappeared down the sidewalk. Her body had yet to cool, and she still felt as if her brain was only functioning at half capacity. The man had kissed her senseless. She’d completely forgotten where they were and had let the desire building inside her take over. All that had mattered was having Darius’ arms around her and his lips taking hers.
She felt her face flush with renewed arousal when she remembered how big and hard his cock had felt pressed against her. It had made her want to undo his pants and see just how large he actually was. Her pussy had ached to be filled by him.
Giving her head a shake over her heated thoughts, Brisa turned to unlock the driver’s side door of her car. If she didn’t stop it, she’d have to go home and take a cold shower. Or take care of what Darius had started herself. She shook her head again. Janey was right. Brisa was just as bad as her when it came to having a gutter mind.
Once she was inside her car and had pulled out of the parking lot, she drove to her apartment. She really didn’t know what to expect when Darius called the next day. They hadn’t had a whole lot of conversation to get much beyond learning each other’s names. No, she’d been too busy sticking her tongue down his throat to get to know him better. A small smile played along her lips. Darius hadn’t seemed to mind, though.