I stare into her eyes. “A taste of what?”
“Me.”
“What part exactly?”
She c***s an eyebrow. “Is there a part you don’t like?”
“Not exactly.”
She draws again from the cigar, eyes watering as she braves the burn. Then she leans forward, blowing smoke into my face.
“Is that a yes or a no?” she says. “Do you want a taste of me or not?”
I grab her waist and pull her flush against me.
“Shoot me if I ever say no, Bunny.”
“I would if I knew where you kept your gun.”
“Pardon me. I assumed you saw it in the car when you stole my keys.”
She chuckles low. “I don’t believe that’s the only one you have.”
“Ha.”
She leans sideways and crushes the butt of the cigar on the ashtray, letting it fall. She then takes my hand and presses it between her legs, guiding it beneath the hem of the shirt.
