and flipped his legs over the side of the chair. Reaching out, he trailed a finger over my stomach, right above the top of my pink bikini bottoms. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. I told you I wanted you last night. I just wanted to make sure you really wanted me, and that it wasn’t the booze talking.”
I sucked in a shaky breath when his hand crept higher, dangerously close to the undersides of my breasts. He kept it strictly PG, but it felt more R because he drove me crazy with need. “I still want you.”
“Good.” He skimmed over my ribcage, his knuckles scraping my bare skin. All around us, people laughed and chatted and walked, but they all kind of faded away. “I see the big hat’s back.”
“Yeah.” I tugged it lower. “What can I say? I’m a girl who likes her privacy, almost as much as she likes you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night.”
Maybe I should tell him who I was, so he would get why I was hiding from the world. Come clean. But what if he wasn’t trustworthy? What if he turned it around on me, and took some pictures to sell to the paparazzi? My agent would throw a freaking fit if that happened again.
His hand brushed across my ribcage, sending shocks of need and desire through me. “You were on my mind, too. All night long. You know, I’d like to get to know you a little bit better. Ask you a few questions, maybe.”
I watched his fingers as they crept lower, still remaining perfectly family appropriate…not that there were a whole lot of families here or anything. “Like…?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
I laughed lightly. “Easy.” I pointed to my bikini. “Light pink. Yours?”
“Green.” He cocked his head, his palm splayed across my stomach. It felt…territorial. And I liked it. “Favorite food?”
“Steak. You?”
He slid his hand a tiny bit lower. “Pizza. Always pizza.”
“Favorite sport?” I threw in, beating him to the punch.
“Football.” He snorted. “Is there any other kind?”
“Same here. Cowboys all the way.”
“Blech.” He rolled his eyes. “Redskins fan here.”
“Washington?” I blinked at him. “Why?”
He looked away, then looked back at me with hard eyes. I had a feeling he hadn’t meant to admit that. The man liked his secrets almost as much as I did. “I used to live there when I was a baby. It’s where my mom’s from, but we moved down here when I was three.”
“Oh. Wow. That must have been a big change.”
“I don’t remember,” he answered dismissively. He leaned in, his hand skimming over my hip and slipping almost underneath my butt. “Let’s make this more interesting. Favorite position?”
I hesitated, not sure what he was asking me. “You mean in football? I mean, I don’t play, but I guess quarterback.”
His eyes widened, and then he laughed, throwing his head back. It was the first time I heard him really laugh, and it was as musical as his voice. I could listen to it all day long. “Yeah. Sure. We could pretend that’s what I meant.” He chuckled a little bit more. “I used to play quarterback, you know. In high school.”
I turned away, my cheeks hot. Only now did I get what he meant— sex . “Actually, to answer your question, I like when the man takes control,” I said, dropping my voice low. “I like to lose myself in his touch. In his lips…” I trailed off, my attention on his mouth. I could lose myself in those particular lips for as long as he let me, thank you very much. “I like to forget who I am for that short time.”
He let out a small groan. “Is that so?”
“Yes. So tell me, Austin. Are you the type of man that can make a girl lose herself?” I asked boldly. I reached out and rested my hand over his racing heart. “Can you make me forget everything ?”
He swallowed hard, then lowered his head over mine. But before he could kiss me, he stopped, his lips close, but not close enough. He watched me with so much unspoken promise in
I sucked in a shaky breath when his hand crept higher, dangerously close to the undersides of my breasts. He kept it strictly PG, but it felt more R because he drove me crazy with need. “I still want you.”
“Good.” He skimmed over my ribcage, his knuckles scraping my bare skin. All around us, people laughed and chatted and walked, but they all kind of faded away. “I see the big hat’s back.”
“Yeah.” I tugged it lower. “What can I say? I’m a girl who likes her privacy, almost as much as she likes you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night.”
Maybe I should tell him who I was, so he would get why I was hiding from the world. Come clean. But what if he wasn’t trustworthy? What if he turned it around on me, and took some pictures to sell to the paparazzi? My agent would throw a freaking fit if that happened again.
His hand brushed across my ribcage, sending shocks of need and desire through me. “You were on my mind, too. All night long. You know, I’d like to get to know you a little bit better. Ask you a few questions, maybe.”
I watched his fingers as they crept lower, still remaining perfectly family appropriate…not that there were a whole lot of families here or anything. “Like…?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
I laughed lightly. “Easy.” I pointed to my bikini. “Light pink. Yours?”
“Green.” He cocked his head, his palm splayed across my stomach. It felt…territorial. And I liked it. “Favorite food?”
“Steak. You?”
He slid his hand a tiny bit lower. “Pizza. Always pizza.”
“Favorite sport?” I threw in, beating him to the punch.
“Football.” He snorted. “Is there any other kind?”
“Same here. Cowboys all the way.”
“Blech.” He rolled his eyes. “Redskins fan here.”
“Washington?” I blinked at him. “Why?”
He looked away, then looked back at me with hard eyes. I had a feeling he hadn’t meant to admit that. The man liked his secrets almost as much as I did. “I used to live there when I was a baby. It’s where my mom’s from, but we moved down here when I was three.”
“Oh. Wow. That must have been a big change.”
“I don’t remember,” he answered dismissively. He leaned in, his hand skimming over my hip and slipping almost underneath my butt. “Let’s make this more interesting. Favorite position?”
I hesitated, not sure what he was asking me. “You mean in football? I mean, I don’t play, but I guess quarterback.”
His eyes widened, and then he laughed, throwing his head back. It was the first time I heard him really laugh, and it was as musical as his voice. I could listen to it all day long. “Yeah. Sure. We could pretend that’s what I meant.” He chuckled a little bit more. “I used to play quarterback, you know. In high school.”
I turned away, my cheeks hot. Only now did I get what he meant— sex . “Actually, to answer your question, I like when the man takes control,” I said, dropping my voice low. “I like to lose myself in his touch. In his lips…” I trailed off, my attention on his mouth. I could lose myself in those particular lips for as long as he let me, thank you very much. “I like to forget who I am for that short time.”
He let out a small groan. “Is that so?”
“Yes. So tell me, Austin. Are you the type of man that can make a girl lose herself?” I asked boldly. I reached out and rested my hand over his racing heart. “Can you make me forget everything ?”
He swallowed hard, then lowered his head over mine. But before he could kiss me, he stopped, his lips close, but not close enough. He watched me with so much unspoken promise in
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