Page 16 of Obligation
That thought made her giggle, and she clamped her lips shut.
“What’s funny?” Danny asked, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“Nothing.” She cleared her throat and took another drink.
If she was a betting girl, she’d bet her entire trust fund that Bradley’s bedroom skills were just as incredible as his kissing, probably better. She lifted her bottle to her lips and snuck a glance at Bradley.
He had one arm propped on the arm of the couch, the other rested comfortably on his thigh, his bottle grasped loosely in his hand. The remnants of the black X lingered on his hand, and she clutched her bottle tighter so she wouldn’t be tempted to reach over and caress his hand.
And she knew from experience that he had very soft hands. Large hands, too, with neatly groomed nails. She’d bet her car that he knew how to use those hands really well. If she closed her eyes, she could easily picture him running his hands down the length of her body, his eyes dark and full of lust like they had been last night.
Her gaze lingered on his muscular arms, then lowered to his thick thighs and long legs. And now she was imagining him holding himself above her, his glorious bare chest taunting her, his muscles straining with the effort as he showed her exactly what he was capable of.
She bit down on her lip to stop from moaning out loud and shifted to ease the sudden ache building inside of her. Danny moved his arm to rest along the back of the couch, none the wiser to her naughty fantasy.
But when she glanced back at Bradley, he was watching her through narrowed eyes, almost as if he knew what she’d been thinking about. He arched a single brow, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing half-smile. She held his gaze, her liquid courage stealing her common sense.
“Drink!” Jeremy shouted.
Carissa tore her attention from Bradley and drained what was left of her beer. “I’m out,” she said, waving the empty bottle in the air.
“Me too,” Tiffany said.
“I need a bathroom break.” Garrett paused the movie.
“Same.” Danny stood.
“I’ll grab more beer for everyone,” Carissa said, standing. She needed to get up and move around anyway.
She wandered into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and stuck her head inside, praying she could cool off a bit. Her face felt like an inferno, and her lady parts were throbbing in a way they hadn’t in a very long time.
After a few moments, she collected seven beers and cradled them in her arms. When she straightened and turned around, she ran smack dab into Bradley’s chest, and nearly dropped a few bottles.
“Need some help?” he asked, smiling down at her.
“I got it. Thanks.” She attempted to maneuver around him, but he didn’t budge. Stopping, she sighed with fake annoyance. “Do you mind?”
“Nope.” He reached behind her and closed the fridge door, which left her no choice but to move closer to him.
The scent of his cologne surrounded her, and she flared her nostrils rather than closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, which was what she really wanted to do.
“At least let me take mine out of your hands.” He plucked a single bottle from her arms, twisted the top, and took a long pull, his gaze never wavering from hers.
She watched with a certain amount of jealous fascination as his lips closed around the mouth of the bottle. When he lowered the beer, he ran his tongue across his bottom lip, his eyes daring her to say something to him.
“You about done?” she asked, infusing as much disinterest and boredom into her tone as she could muster.
“Are you?”
“Am I what?” She tilted her head with confusion.
Bradley leaned down so his mouth was near her ear, and his breath was much too warm on her already heated skin. “Done fantasizing about me?” When he straightened, he wore a self-satisfied smile.
“In your dreams.” She huffed.
“You said it.” He tipped his bottle in her direction, then turned and sauntered back into the living room.
“I also said you were a cheap pimp, remember?”
