Page 65 of Wild Eyes
“Yeah, be there in five,” he says before hanging up. Then he looks me up and down.
Twice.
His teeth strum across his full bottom lip and a low groan rumbles in his chest.
My skin hums, my cheeks heat, and my stomach flips.
“You look at all your friends like that, Belmont?” I hike my purse up higher on my shoulder and cling to the strap to keep myself from walking up to him and petting him.
I’ve been attracted to men before. Or at least I thought I had been. I may have been wrong. Because even in a team shirt, color-blocked bowling shoes wedged between his arm and ribs, he’s hotter than any man I’ve ever seen.
And I know it’s his steady sweetness that has me down bad.
“Only you, fancy face.”
Butterflies erupt in my chest as his eyes peruse my body. Again.
“Look. At. You.” He smirks, softly shaking his head as he saunters toward me.
“Fan of the outfit?”
He’s close enough now for me to catch his scent. He smells fresh. Like biting into a ripe pear. Like bergamot bodywash.
It makes me want to bite into him.
“Who wouldn’t be?” His hand lifts, and his pointer finger shifts between my eyes. “But it’s these eyes I’m the biggest fan of.You look good. Rested.” His tongue makes a clucking noise. “You look ready to bring Rose Hill to its knees tonight.”
Even though my makeup is perfect and my tits are pushed up, this man is going on about my eyes?
Suddenly, he’s the only one I want to bring to their knees.
The crunching of tires on the driveway behind me shrivels that idea as quickly as it takes form.
I step up to West, watching his pupils dilate as I do. When he makes no attempt to move away, I flatten my palm on his chest. His heartbeat accelerates, and I can’t help but lean in closer. Then I press a kiss to his cheek and murmur, “Good luck tonight,” before turning and darting into Rosie’s vehicle.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
WEST
“You have lipstick on your face,”Ford deadpans from the driver’s seat beside me.
I flip down the sun visor and slide the mirror open. Sure enough, there’s a perfect red lip imprint of Skylar Stone’s plush mouth on my cheek.
For a moment, I’m thrown back into the feel of her pressing up against me. The way her hand flattened against my chest tentatively.
When she kissed me behind the barn, it felt desperate. Like she was looking for something to make herself feel better, and I was the closest thing within reach.
But tonight, she stared me down. Feline eyes. Confident smirk. I tried not to be a creep and gawk at her, but it was hard to miss the swell of her breasts pushed up over the tight fucking outfit she was wearing.
But if she were a suspect in a crime, I’d never be able to give the cops any clothing details for a sketch.
I’d only be able to tell them about her eyes.
I flick the visor shut and settle back.
“You’re not gonna wipe it off?”
I shrug and toss my best friend a wink as he maneuvers us out onto the highway to Rose Valley Alley, the old bowling alley outside of town. An absolute dive and one of the original businesses in this valley. A locals-only watering hole with a bowling alley set along the back wall.
