Page 7 of Dream Lover
The bed dipped under his weight, and I prayed he hadn’t noticed me staring at his package. Arms crossed behind his head, he stretched out and crossed his ankles, looking comfortable as hell. “What are we watching?”
“You pick. I can’t find anything.”
“You’re not supposed to. It’s Vegas. They want you out on the town and in the casinos. Not sitting up in the room watching movies,” he said as I handed him the remote control. His thick fingers slid over my palm, and sparks flew across my skin. Face flushed and not wanting him to see, I scooted closer to the edge of the bed.
“I don’t bite, Q.”
“You sure about that? I remember you being a biter when you and Drew would wrestle, pretending to be on Monday Night Raw. You’d always bite him to win if I recall.”
“You didn’t let me finish.” He flicked through the channels, appearing to have as much luck as me. “I was saying, I don’t bite hard unless you ask me too.” My belly fluttered just as a knock sounded at our door.
I was saved by the pizza delivery man from having to respond to his remark. Was Conner flirting with me? Surely, I was reading more into this than what there was. He was just being Conner, and I’d always liked him.
I popped up to get the door, but he beat me to it. He was like a black panther full of grace and power as he moved. It almost detoured me from our current scenario.
“I’m paying, Conner!” I called out as he walked down the narrow hall.
“No,” was his response as I scurried from the bed and grabbed my wallet.
“Conner,” I argued as he opened the door, handed the man some bills, then shut the door. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“Believe it,” he muttered, walking past me and into the room.
“You could’ve at least let me pay for the tip.”
“Yeah. No to that too. A man pays; end of story.”
My stomach growled, needing food. “Whatever,” I grumbled. I sat cross legged on the bed and reached for the pizza box, grabbing a slice with a ton of black olives.
Some action movie played on the flat screen television, supplying background noise of explosions and gunfire.
“You remembered.” Conner motioned to the pizza, his eyes glued to me. A rush of the past swept through me. The times in his parents’ basement playing video games and being stupid, Conner, Drew, Carrie and me. All the while our parents were upstairs doing whatever they did. We didn’t pay much attention to them.
The laughter and teasing lasted through the night, even when we got into our sleeping bags for bed. We stayed up all hours no matter how many times our parents yelled at us to go to bed.
“Well, we’ve had pizza together so many times, it’s kind of one of those things that just sticks with you, ya know?”
“Yeah, I know.” He paused and grabbed a slice and took a bite, then replied, “So Drew’s really going through with this whole wedding thing?”
I shrugged. “You’re his best friend. You’d know better than I would.”
“Rebecca has done her best to keep me out of the loop. If you didn’t notice, my invitation to this shindig must’ve gotten lost.” There was a bit of disdain in his voice. Rebecca obviously didn’t have his stamp of approval. But, then again, neither did I.
“I can’t believe that bitch cut you out of the wedding, Conner. It’s not right. Drew should grow some damn balls and say something. If she’s like this now, just imagine how it will be if they have kids.”
He smirked. “You’re not a fan either then?”
My head shook as did my pizza, and my stomach growled once again. “I don’t know what he sees in her.”
“Love will make you do crazy things.”
“I guess so.” A moan escaped my lips as I bit into my slice of pizza. Holy hell, it was so damn good.
Conner’s brows shot up as his eyes penetrated me. “Orgasmic, huh?”
My face grew hot as I swallowed. “You could say that.” What he didn’t know was watching him eat his pizza shirtless was orgasmic to me. Almost better than sex, at least what I could remember of it. It had been over two years since this body had seen any action. I had dated off and on casually, but never anything overly serious that got anywhere.
“What about you? You settling down anytime soon? Any special woman in your life?”Quinn, you’re a moron. Why the hell did you ask that?
