Excerpt of Darkness Bound by J.T. Geissinger

He made his way through the crowded, smoky bar, walking
slowly and with
ease, seemingly oblivious to the craned necks, stares and
whispers that
followed in his wake. Even the men were affected by him,
puffing out their
chests and raising their chins, posing and strutting as
peacocks, trying
to compete.

As if a single one could. The instant she thought it,
their eyes met.
Another of his slow, lazy smiles lit his face.

To her horror, a flood of heat and moisture throbbed
between her legs.

The urge to run away became almost overwhelming, but she
steeled herself
against it, because there was no way she was going to
allow him—or her
own, traitorous body—to intimidate her.

He slid into the booth, taking a seat across from her,
stretched his long
legs out and crossed them at the ankle, resting them on
her side of the
booth, effectively blocking her exit. They stared at one
another for a
long moment in silence, sizing each other up.

As the band shifted into another song, Jack asked without
an ounce of
warmth, “You following me?”

“I was here first, remember?” Hawk’s lazy smile deepened.
“Maybe you’re
following me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type.”

He leaned across the table, clasped his big hands
together on the scarred
wood tabletop, stared deep into her eyes and murmured,
“Tell that to your
wet panties.”