Page 20 of Test the Ice
“Want to know mine?” he asks.
Our dancing has become less stiff and a lot more relaxed. My hips sway to the beat, and for the first time in at least two years, I find myself getting lost in the moment instead of looking over my shoulder or worrying about what tomorrow brings.
“Let me guess.” I bite my lip and pretend to think. “Yellow?”
“Wrong.”
The music shifts, the song still upbeat but much more intimate. At some point, Malaki and I end up pressed against each other. My body is suddenly aware of every little thing, like how hard his chest is against my breasts.
I guess again. “Orange?”
Malaki shakes his head. “Wrong.”
I pout and spin around, putting my back to him. “Purple?”
Malaki’s mouth hovers over my ear, and goosebumps crawl against my neck. “Nope.”
I go over the colors of the rainbow in my head. “Green!” I exclaim.
His chuckle rumbles along my back. I turn my head to give him a dirty look, but before I can look away, he takes his hand, snakes it up my body, and grabs a hold of my chin.
“You’re forgetting the most important one.” Malaki stares at my mouth, and my heart stutters in my chest.
Oh god, this is bad.
When he leans in close, I tell myself to move away, but I can’t. I’m too captivated by how close his mouth is to mine and how nice it feels to have his hands on me.
“Strawberry,” he whispers.
“But that’s my favorite,” I say, as if he isn’t allowed to like something that I like.
“Then it looks like we have another thing in common, Dimples.”
My tongue slips out to lick my bottom lip. Malaki snaps his eyes back to mine, something highly enticing swimming in the blue color, before dropping back to my mouth.
I want him to kiss mebadly,and I think he can tell.
“Hold that thought,” he says quietly.
“Huh?” I breathe out.
Someone comes into my peripheral, breaking my trance. I step away quickly, and reality comes crashing back in.
What in the hell am I doing?
I have a baby at home and an ex who is trying to scare me back into his bed. I can’t be out at the club on a random Thursday with a guy like Malaki.
“I can’t find Daisy or Kane anywhere. Do you know where they went?” A guy, who I’m assuming is Daisy’s brother, River, steps in between us.
“Uh…” Malaki glances around the dance floor, looking just as out of it as I feel. “Let’s go outside and look.”
I lead the way, eager to get out of the club.
Malaki’s low voice sweeps into my ear. “You’re distracting.”
I glance at him. “Me?”
He thinks I’m distracting? What about him?
