Page 48 of Like You Want It
I don’t care about her. I just… don’t want her to get manhandled by some drunken douche.
Right before I reach her, she spins out of the guy’s hands, and then I see him bending over, clutching his nuts.
“When a woman says she doesn’t want to dance with you, that isn’t permission to grab her and do whatever you fucking want. You should pay attentionbeforeshe has to resort to punching you in the balls,” she says, pointing her finger in his face. Then her eyes connect with mine and she smiles. “And if my Navy SEAL boyfriend sees you anywhere near me again, he has a particular set of skills. Skills he has acquired over a very long career that are a nightmare for people like you.”
I can’t help but grin at her,but it seems like the douche is either too drunk or in too much pain to realize she’s quoting a movie. He looks at me for two seconds, his eyes growing wide, and then he pushes off into the crowd, his hands still clutching his crotch.
“Looks like my attempt at chivalry was unnecessary,” I say.
She nods and looks up at me, her expression sincere. “I’m sure you would have helped if I needed it. But sometimes, dicks like that need to see women aren’t going to take their shit. They should be wary the next time they think about doing something like that, and not just because I have some beefy boyfriend hovering nearby.”
“I liked theTakenreference.”
She curtsies, a dramatic flourish that has her bending at the waist and waving an arm out in front of her.
Then she pops up with a smile. “I have a ridiculous arsenal of movie quotes lodged in filing cabinets in my brain where information about history and the government should go.”
Laughter is my main response to that. “You mean to tell me you don’t know about the Annexation of Puerto Rico?”
Her eyes light up at my own nineties movie reference. “You mean the Fumblerooski?” she replies, showing herLittle Giantsknowledge is up to par.
We both laugh, her fit of giggles scrunching up her nose and accentuating the tiny wrinkles next to her eyes that are from a life filled with smiles.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Laughing with her. It feels unfair to her. Knowing I have no intention of doing anything.
But for a moment I allow myself to enjoy the sounds of our laughter mingling together. The sight of her eyes twinkling as they watch me back.
Someone bumps into me, pushing me into Carly. And for a brief second, like a world operating in slow motion, I let myself be that guy. The one who accidentally bumps into the hot chick and does something about it, reaches out and takes advantage of the moment.
I clutch her hips, the spots I touched on her oh-so-briefly earlier this evening when she bumped into me at Susie’s apartment, pull her in just that much closer, so the parts of me that are hard and rough are pressed against the bits of her that are soft and sweet.
Her eyes look up at me, and there’s a flurry of emotion there. A little bit of wonder, some curiosity, a dash of nerves, and a whole lot of lust.
She wants me.
Even if she would never admit it. Even if we’ve done nothing really except tease and jab at each other since the moment we met.
But isn’t that what foreplay is? A little teasing, a little jabbing. Rubbing spots that are inappropriate.
Is that what we’ve been doing since the moment we met?
My thoughts focus back on her as she braces herself on my biceps, her hands gripping firm, thumbs stroking the muscle that I swear I can feel trembling under her touch.
I nearly do it. Right then. Dip down, press my lips to hers. Her eyes are there, zeroing in on my mouth, and mine ache to be against the soft plump lips that are inches away.
She presses into me, as much as she can, and it seems like she could just lift up on her toes and find my mouth with hers.
I will her to do it.
But then she starts to sway to the music. Turns in my arms, places her hands over mine on her waist, and rolls those hips against me.
It’s the greatest tease I’ve ever felt. I love a sexy body pressing into me. And Carly’s little curves feel so good.
My hands move a fraction, slip under her shirt against her stomach, stroke her soft skin.
She rolls again and my cock throbs.
My chest is flush with her back and I lean down slightly, resting my chin in that spot between her ear and her shoulder, breathing in that lavender and vanilla that I’ve caught wafting off of her skin a few times before tonight. She tilts her head to the right, giving me better access, and I let my lips flirt along her skin.
