Page 35 of Test the Ice
“You’re going to have to take them from me.”
The candy is beginning to melt on his tongue. I flick my gaze to his, and the teasing glint in his eye sweeps me right off my feet.
Malaki is challenging me, and I know I shouldn’t play this game with him, but being this close to him jumbles me up.
I narrow my eyes and smile. He does a double-take, tilting his head to one side.
“Fine,” I say.
I brace myself as I press my mouth to his. It surprises him so much that I’m able to brush my tongue against his without trouble. The sweet taste of strawberry fills my mouth, and I’m seconds from stealing it until I’m brutally ripped away by a sharp rap against my window.
I fly back into my seat and turn.
Benedict stands outside my car in his victorious stance. His arms cross at his chest with a cunning smile to greet me.
“Shit,” I whisper.
Thirteen
MALAKI
It doesn’t takea genius to know that the man standing outside Reese’s car isn’t a stranger. The energy shifts, a hot sticky feeling of panic filling the gap between us.
“Is that Charlie?” I ask.
Fuck. It definitely is.
He may punch me.
Am I ready to take a hit for this girl?
I run my tongue along my bottom lip, tasting her.Yeah, no question about it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The curse words fly from her mouth.
There's anothertap, tapon the window, and she exhales.
Instead of opening her door and climbing out of it, her shaky finger presses down on the window button. It rolls down slowly, squeaking as it lowers. The man leans into the car, and his sharp gaze skips her to land on me.
“Get out of the car, Reese.”
My eye twitches. Where are his manners?
Reese straightens, seemingly sitting taller in her seat. “Do you need something, Benedict?”
Benedict? So this isn’t Charlie?
I relax some, but I’m still strung tight. He puts her on edge, and I want to know why.
Reese is a mystery, and I think it’s making me crazy. What am I doing in her car right now? After playing the game I just played, I should be a walking dead man from exhaustion alone, but all it took was one glance at her car pulling into the arena parking lot, and I was summoned like a damn vampire.
“Do I need something?” Benedict repeats her question in a condescending tone. He chuckles, shaking his head. Not a hair moves out of place–there’s too much fucking gel to do that.
“I don’t need anything…” his voice lingers. “But you’re going to need something realsoon, sweetheart. Especially being out here, late at night, making out with some guy.”
I drop my attention to Reese’s lap where she moves her fingers to pinch her thigh, like she needs something to keep her in line.
“Get out of the car. Your fuck buddy can stay in there.” He rounds the front of her car and sits along the hood without any worry that she’ll take off with him on top.
