Lord, the man could kiss. Her knees wobbled and her legs went limp as he plundered. Nibbling and licking a path from just beneath her ear along the tendon in her throat to the edge of her scoop-necked top, his tongue skimmed there for a moment before slipping under to sample her. She pushed her worry aside. There wasn’t any reason to worry that Tyler was jealous of the fact that Jake had apparently seen her and Jolene in their underwear dancing on the bar. Tyler stripped in front of dozens of women every night. He lifted his head and the heat in his eyes seared her. “You don’t have to dance on the bar if you don’t want to.” He reached out and grabbed a hold of her shoulders. “We could always use the bar for leverage while I take my time tasting you.” He swirled his tongue across her shoulder, flicking it along the length of her collarbone. When he reached the hollow of her throat, he pressed his lips to the wildly beating pulse point and then let the tip of his tongue slip up to her chin.
