I just propositioned a man.

In a bar.

Now we’re headed—hand in hand—across the dark parking lot toward his car. I know this is the point where I should probably start wondering if I just agreed to a one-night stand with a serial killer. Will my naked body be found in a ditch or perhaps a dumpster?

But no… with every fiber of my being, I know Bishop won’t hurt me.

It’s the same way I just know I’ll be screaming his name in ecstasy tonight, over and over again.

“Hey. Wait a minute.” He comes to an abrupt stop, giving a slight tug on my hand so I do the same. His deep voice rumbles with concern. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I tilt my head to look up at him. His handsome face is partly shadowed, but I’m close enough I can see the uncertainty in his eyes. I hadn’t expected him to be the one to get cold feet.

“Why are you worried about it?” I ask curiously. “I’m not drunk. I hope you can see I’m a fairly intelligent, reasonable woman who is progressive and openminded when it comes to sex.”

Those sexy-as-hell lips quirk in amusement. “While I certainly appreciate that you’re openminded about sex, I just want to hear it one more time from that beautiful mouth.”

“Hear what?”

“That you won’t have regrets about this in the morning.”

“What does that matter?” I ask with an amused laugh. “We both know this is only a one-night thing. You won’t be around to see if I have regrets, so why even let it bother you?”

“Because it does,” Bishop says softly. “I know this is a hookup. You’re not my first, and you won’t be my last, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

Okay… that right there.

I’m not prepared for the way that makes me all gooey inside. There’s no doubt he means what he just said. No one can fake that type of genuine concern, and damn if it doesn’t touch me. But truthfully, it also makes me uneasy. I don’t like either feeling because they could potentially cause me to have regrets.

The way through a successful one-night stand is to go in and come out without any emotional entanglements. I have to keep my heart out of it. Surrender myself over to the age-old desires of want and need. Let my body loose to have all the fun tonight. It’s the only way I’ll be able to look at myself in the mirror tomorrow morning and still manage to feel good about my wanton ways.

Shoring up my resolve, I step into him and place my hand on his chest. I rub my thumb over his sternum, feeling the steady thump-thump of his heart beating underneath. “Let’s not talk about regrets anymore.”

Bishop’s eyes bore into mine for a long moment as he seems to be considering my suggestion. When his mouth curves into a faint smile of acceptance, he slides his hand along the side of my neck. Goose bumps prickle in its wake as his fingers curl behind my head. His thumb grazes along my jaw in a slow, sensuous caress that makes my blood start to hum.

“No more talk of regrets,” he agrees. The words come out in a low, hunger-filled growl. My pulse races as his hand tightens ever so slightly on my neck. In an achingly slow move, he lowers his mouth to mine.

My lips part in anticipation. I just know this is the type of man who is going to suck me into a maelstrom of physical need with a simple kiss. There will be no turning back.

No time to for misgivings.

With my entire body locked and tight, ready to brace against the sexual power of this man, I curl my fingers into his shirt. My fist presses hard into his chest just as his lips brush against mine. The first touch is electric. My eyes squeeze shut, and I inhale sharply as he does nothing but whisper a kiss so soft against my mouth that I wonder if it’s a dream.

When a tiny moan of need slips out of me, he chuckles low in his throat before pressing his mouth more firmly against mine.

Oh, yes… that’s what I need.

My mouth parts to accept his offering, wondering just how badly he’s going to destroy me with his kiss.

It’s commanding and soft at the same time. Filled with confidence. It says he knows exactly what I want, and he’ll give it to me in just the right way.

Bishop snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. His hand at my neck holds me immobile, leaving me no choice but to take what he’s giving me.

When his tongue finally touches mine, stars burst behind my eyelids. Oh, God… The pleasure is so intense my legs start to shake.

Just from a freaking kiss.

Bishop’s kiss.

He pulls away all too quickly for my senses, taking a whimper from me as he goes. I could happily stand out in this parking lot all night just to kiss this man. When my eyes flutter open, I find him staring at me intently.

“Wow,” I murmur, releasing my death grip on his shirt to bring my hand to my mouth. When I trace my bottom lip with a fingertip, I’m amazed by the tingles he’s left behind.

And I realize something very unsettling.

I’m absolutely going to have regrets after this night. From this point forward, I’m going to regret kissing any other man because something inside me knows it’ll never compare to what I just felt from those blissful moments with Bishop’s mouth on mine.

Sucking in a shaky breath, I let it out and raise my gaze to his. I flash the most confident, sexy smile I can manage, praying he can’t see the uncertainty in my eyes. I think if he does, he’ll call this off because while I don’t know this man very well, I inherently trust he wouldn’t want to hurt me.

And while regrets already tug at me, I sure as hell don’t want him to walk away. Regardless of what I may feel later, I’m going to leave here with amazing memories I don’t plan to give up for anything.

“Your place or mine?” I ask.

For more Bites by Sawyer Bennett, visit her at

If you loved this Bite, read Bishop: An Arizona Vengeance Novel on and iBooks