Page 83 of Switching Skates
“Oh, a classic.” I playfully raise my other hand to my chest, as if in shock.
She bumps my shoulder with hers. “You’re dumb.”
Going back to her pasta, she takes a few more bites as the movie starts to play.
Maeve stands up and turns the light off, sinking us into darkness, the only light coming from the TV.
Daphne leans forward and sets her bowl on the coffee table, the back of her tank top riding up, and a very dirty image flashes in my mind. I wonder what my hand would look like, flattened against her back, pushing her to the bed while I’m buried inside her.
My dick twitches at the thought, and I do my best to force my attention to the movie.
Pretty skies. Shitty fiancé who doesn’t truly care about the main character’s interests. And a group of women who write letters. Got it.
An hour and ten minutes later, I’m completely invested in this damn flick, and I hate how badly I want her and the snarky blond guy to end up together.
Clearly, he’s just protecting his and his grandma’s hearts because he’s scared of them getting hurt. I can understand that more than I’d like to admit.
Feeling like I’m being watched, I turn to Daphne and find her staring at me with a look of awe in her dazzling blue eyes.
I mouth,What?
She smiles up at me. “It’s cute that you’re so into it, is all.”
“Cute, huh?” My eyebrows twitch, and I smirk. “Is that the only word you can think of?”
Her eyes darken, same as her cheeks, and her voice is barely audible as I lean in closer to her. “I can think of a few others.”
“Oh, really?”
She shrugs, her eyes flicking away from me for a second before returning with a deviousness in their depths.
Why the hell did my sister have to crash my date tonight?
Because if she wasn’t in Jackson’s lap in the recliner, I would ease Daphne down onto the sofa, leaning over her and teasing her lips with mine, coaxing each word from her.
Daphne stealthily scoots closer to me, sealing our legs together beneath the throw blanket she draped over us a bit ago. “What are you thinking?”
“Me?” I grin, dropping my arm from the top of the sofa to the top of her shoulders, brushing the skin of her arm with my thumb. “You don’t want to know.”
She swallows hard, her eyes falling to my chest as she leans in and tips her lips up, whispering, “And what if I do?”
My body lights on fire at the endless possibilities flashing through my mind from her response. “Trust me, Daphne”—I slip my hand down behind her, wrapping it around her hip—“I think the things I fantasize about doing to you would scare you away.”
“I think”—her fingers graze my thigh before sliding up and around it—“you should tell me anyway.”
Pressing my lips against her ear, I exhale. “I can’t. Because when I do, I don’t want anyone else in the room to see what I do to you afterward.”
Her gaze glosses over, as if she’s picturing it herself, and she stares straight ahead at the screen. Her body flushes a deep shade of red as her lips tip up in the corner.
When I dig my fingers into her hip, she jumps closer to me, and I quietly chuckle.
“Daphne, you have no idea the things I’ve dreamed of doing to you over the years. Endless. Countless. It would take an eternity to explore them all.”
She turns her head and looks at me like she wants to say something, so I lower my ear. “Then we’d better get started.”
Fucking hell, this girl.
My dick is nearly throbbing in my pants from just the thought of getting to come out to play. At the thought of getting touched by her.
