He watched her throat move as she took another swig from her Jack Daniels, the ice cubes clinking as they moved in her glass. She had the look of someone trying to keep themselves reined in, giving it all they had, and hardly succeeding.
Gavin really wished he found it less attractive, but instead he was helplessly drawn to her, this new girl recklessly trying to fight him , of all people, and not backing down for even a second.
It’s not attractive, it’s insane , he told himself, looking at her from the corner of his eyes.
Nope, it’s definitely attractive , he thought.
“They’re all right,” she finally said, nodding at the band.
“I’ll let them know,” Gavin said, unable to stop ribbing her. “The girl who tried to fight me thought they were all right.”
He looked at her and smiled for the first time, and her eyes flashed in response. She didn’t leave, though, didn’t take even one step away.
“You got a name, instead of ‘angry wolf girl’?” he asked.
“You first.”
“I’m Gavin,” he said, holding out his hand to her. “Pleasure to meet you.”
Their eyes met, and for a moment, Gavin realized she didn’t know what to do.
Something deeper is going on here , he thought.
“Sarah,” she finally said, and put her hand in his, shaking it firmly.
“Was that so bad?” he asked, her hand still in his.
Her face was half-angry, half-fascinated. Gavin felt helpless against his own urge to get under her skin, to provoke her rage and see what happened. She tried to pull her hand away and he held onto it, lowering his lips until they brushed against her skin.
Sarah stopped struggling against him, and he kissed her hand for a long moment, the skin cool against his lips, before releasing her. Then she dropped her hand to her side, simply staring at him.
“What’s your fucking deal ?” she finally asked, narrowing those eyes of hers.
Gavin laughed.
“I came over in the first place to see if I could buy you a drink,” he said. “But you tried to fight me before I got a chance.”
She looked at him suspiciously, and just then the song ended. The singer shouted, “Thank you Canyon City!” into the microphone before they all left the stage. Chase glanced over his shoulder at Gavin and Sarah once.
“You gonna hang around and see if that cute guitarist comes out?” Gavin asked.
Stop teasing her, he thought, but he couldn’t. There was just something in the angry way she looked at him that activated something primal, deep down inside. He couldn’t help himself.
“Why are you asking?” she said, her eyebrows going up a little, a smile starting to curve onto her lips. “Are you jealous?”
She raised her eyebrows, like she thought she was taunting him right back.
“He’s pretty hot,” she went on, her eyes glittering. “Did you see the way he moves his hips when he plays? I’d wrap my legs around that any day of the year.”
Gavin felt himself flush, imagining Sarah on her back, snarling and gasping as he bent over her, the scent of her arousal floating through the air.
Also, he didn’t disagree that Chase was hot. Fuck yeah, Chase was hot.
“I’ll let him know,” Gavin said, still ribbing her. “If I put in a good word, maybe you’ll have half a chance.”
Sarah frowned, but before she could say anything, Chase emerged from a black door across the bar and walked toward Gavin and Sarah. The girl began to blush, her muscles going rigid, her eyes widening.
“Shall I?” Gavin asked, watching the anger flicker in her eyes. He leaned over — not too close — and rumbled into her ear. “There’s a couch backstage and I bet I can you on it with him. Just say the word.”
It wasn’t a lie.
Sarah stood perfectly straight and tossed her hair out of her eyes, looking away from Chase and finishing her whiskey.
“How about you back the fuck off?” she hissed.
“Hey,” said Chase, walking up to Gavin. His eyes flicked to Sarah and then back to Gavin, and Gavin