What the fuck was he thinking? But there was no walking away from the look in Savannah’s eyes. He heard a muffled squeal from the woman on the other side of the bar. Damn the audience. He couldn’t stay away. Couldn’t wait another moment. She was so fucking hot he wanted another kiss. Now. Staking a claim? Hell yes. Summerhill was his. And for the time being, she was his too. He hated all those other guys looking at her, watching the way she moved as she flipped bottles while simultaneously flipping off any potential flirts. They all got off on her bitchy attitude. Yeah, he knew exactly what they were thinking because he sure as shit was thinking it. Fact was she owned the balls of every man present. Even his. Especially his. “Connor.” Her voice was hoarse but her gaze didn’t waver from his. Her eyes sparkled but were hard. Bewitching him. Because despite that brilliant glitter, he knew the reason for the defense. She was aroused. And she didn’t want to be. So that made two of them.
