Free Blood & Rust (Lock & Key #4) by Cat Porter Page A

unforgettable. That sexy bod of yours, that hot pussy—you made my dick come alive. Wildest piece of ass ever. ”
    Butler laughed out loud, his chest shaking. An elderly couple at the next table glanced at us.
    “You liked that, huh?” I asked.
    His eyes gleamed in the light hanging over our table, his blond hair shining. “Ah, I didn’t forget everything, Tania. I remember you in that dress. I remember you being pissy with an edge of self-consciousness. Then, we grabbed each other, and it was somewhere between angry sex and I-dare-you sex.”
    I bit down on the side of my lip. “I was mad at myself after.”
    “For what?”
    “Not finishing what I’d started. That was bad form on my part.”
    “I was mad, too. My dick was even madder.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “I forgive you.”
    “Shit, what a relief. Twenty-something years later, I can finally breathe easy again.”
    Butler squinted his eyes. “You going to go wild now?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Now that you’re getting a divorce?”
    “No time for men, wild or otherwise. I’ve got so much good stuff going on with my work and settling into Meager again. That’s what’s important to me now. I’m going to focus on getting my business off the ground, being a good aunt to my niece and my sister’s two boys, helping out my mom. And you?”
    “Me what?”
    “You must feed the wild need frequently.”
    He grinned at me, his fist lightly hitting the table. “After a while that kind of feeding is often just a step above jacking off on my own. Maybe that opinion is a part of me being in my forties now.”
    “Don’t be an ass. We’re not decrepit.”
    He eyed me. “Go for the wild, babe.”
    “Will do, Rhett.” My fingers slid up and down my wet glass. “Do you have a type for your wild?”
    “I used to.” Butler stretched his legs under the table. “Blonde, blue-eyed, tall, skinny. You?”
    Ah, yes, the complete opposite of me . Medium height, blackish hair, large almond-shaped brown eyes, and not heavy but certainly not skinny. Just…regular.
    “Not so much anymore.” I pressed my fingers along the edge of my napkin. “It used to be a specific look. But, now, it’s beyond the beard or no, long hair or short, dark or light, built or lean, brown eyes or blue. Different things turn me on now.”
    “What things?”
    “Mostly, it’s an unexpected flare of feeling over an odd detail.”
    His bright blue eyes pierced mine. “A flare, huh? Like what? Tell me.”
    I cleared my throat. “It can be a smile or a…”
    Or the way Butler’s T-shirt was clinging to his powerful contoured shoulders right this second.
    Oh, yeah.
    Or the way he studied me as I spoke, totally focused on whatever crap was coming out of my mouth and then responding to it with irony or understanding—I was never sure which.
    I like that. I really like that.
    Or the way his hand had settled on my back as we walked into the restaurant earlier.
    Yes.
    Or that glint in his pale blue eyes every time I cracked a joke he hadn’t expected, and I caught a fleeting hint of amusement and ease in them.
    Yes, that.
    All that.
    His eyebrows lifted. “Or what, Tania?”
    “Wh-what?”
    “Here you go!” The waitress placed fresh drinks in front of us.
    My hand seized the icy-cold glass, as if my life depended on it.
    “You were saying what gets you hot for a guy now.” His lips tipped up. “What is it?”
    I drank greedily, but the burn in my throat remained. “Depends on my mood, I guess.”
    “Maybe a man bun turns you on today?”
    “It’s been known to happen.”
    “Your ex-husband have a man bun?”
    “Yes, he does.”
    “Trendy asshole.”
    I laughed. “He is kind of a trendy asshole.”
    Butler grinned. “That’s what I thought.”
    I wiped at the edges of my mouth. “You know what I want?”
    “Tell me.”
    “Yes, being in love is beautiful— blah, blah, blah —and going wild is fun— blah, blah, blah— ” I held up my hand as I crunched on ice.
    He