That was what he wanted and more. He wasn't some virginal teenager who'd get all hot and bothered and hard at some wrist sucking but the smile he'd been sporting got a little wider and smug.

"Yeah, it is good," he agreed, giving the vodka a look before passing the bottle to her. His arm was wet and the cool air in the bar was making it almost tingly. He liked that feeling. "Think I should get myself a taste?"