than her mouth though. He wanted to strip away her sleeveless, gunmetal grey shirt, rip off her black jeans and sample every inch of her delectable body. What would she taste like? Would her juices taste as good as her lips looked?
Godammit, would he ever be soft again?
Gabe’s voice broke through his musings. “We’re going across the road for a drink and to play pool.” He gestured to the front entrance of the restaurant, where the rest of their dinner companions were headed. “Want to join us?” Gabe stood behind Maddie’s seat, his hand caressing her neck. Maddie, Connor noted, stretched like a contented cat beneath his friend’s touch. Her eyes closed and a small sigh escaped from her parted lips.
Christ, it didn’t take much to imagine her naked and writhing under Gabe’s hands. He’d seen how his friend could reduce a woman to a shivering mass of desire, and more than anything he wanted to see Gabe work his wonders on Maddie. Fuck, he wanted to work his own charm on Maddie. He wanted it. Bad.
Without opening her eyes, Maddie said in a low, sexy voice. “Here’s something you never knew about me. I’m not much of a pool player.”
“You and Connor both,” Gabe muttered. “He’s lousy with a cue.”
Connor raised an eyebrow at Gabe, and Gabe nodded. Good thing Maddie could not see their silent communication or she’d know right off the understanding that passed between them had nothing to do with pool.
“Tell you what,” Connor suggested. “Why don’t you go ahead and play pool. I’ll take Maddie back to your place.”
Maddie opened one eye and looked at him suspiciously. Again. Clever woman.
He grinned, and not for the first time, gave silent thanks to his friend for insisting he make use of his spare bedroom, insisting he meet Maddie. “I’m going back there anyway,” he said with innocence. “I assume you are too?”
“I am.” She raised an eyebrow, telling him her suspicion had in no way been allayed. Then she turned to Gabe. “Would it be okay if I didn’t join you? Pool really isn’t my game. I’d rather just go back to your place and relax.” Then she added in a far softer voice. “And get ready for you to get back.”
Gabe’s pupils dilated. He leaned over and whispered something in Maddie’s ear, something Connor could not hear.
She tilted her head closer to Gabe’s mouth and smiled.
Gabe whispered something else.
Maddie’s eyes bulged and she gasped. Gabe kept whispering. Her gaze darted to Connor as she flushed a dark red.
Connor suppressed a howl of pain as his jeans bit back at his straining penis. Knowing Gabe the way he did, and knowing what Gabe and he had planned, he had a fair idea what his friend had said to Maddie.
The rush of blood to her cheeks did not divert his attention away from the other ways in which her body responded to Gabe’s comment. He couldn’t help but notice how her nipples poked through her blouse, teasing him, or that goose flesh had broken out over her arms.
Gabe smiled at Connor. Connor smiled back.
“Go with Connor,” Gabe told Maddie. “Get warm and cozy in my bed. I’ll see you later.” In full view of Connor, he turned Maddie’s still flushed face to his and kissed her.
Connor watched as Maddie’s lips softened and relaxed into the kiss. He watched her mouth open to Gabe’s probing. Her pink tongue met his darker one, and damn, he wanted to be the one kissing her, making her sigh like she’d just got a taste of heaven.
Christ, he wanted to be the one showing her heaven.
When Gabe pulled away, Maddie moaned her disapproval. “Later, baby,” he promised, then looked up at Connor. His mouth curved into a knowing smile. “She’s all yours,” he said with a wave and walked away.
“Don’t I wish,” Connor muttered under his breath.
“Wish what?” Maddie answered. Her voice was all lazy, her pupils tiny pricks of black in her hazel eyes. With her kiss-swollen lips, her beaded nipples and her luscious