Page 29 of Do Me
His quiet reflective side had captured her attention, but seeing this more carefree version of him caused Londyn to lose even more of her heart. She’d vowed not to fall in love again, didn’t want to risk being hurt and she’d broken that promise. As she’d told her friends, it was hard not to fall for a man like Braxton.
Braxton rented a lane for them and after getting shoes and finding the right balls, the competition began. “Ladies first.”
She made sure her stance was correct and sent the ball sailing down the lane. And straight into the gutter. She spun around and pointed a finger his way. “Not one word.”
“I didn’t say anything.” He tried to hide his smile, brought his hand up and pantomimed zipping his lips.
Londyn managed to pick up six pins on a spare. When Braxton stood, her gaze was glued to his firm butt in those jeans. She had never thought about a man being sexy while bowling, but this man had proved her wrong. His thighs and biceps flexed with every move, and his sensual, deliberate steps had her fantasizing about those same movements in her bed. The sound of pins flying everywhere jerked her out of her thoughts. She peered around him. Of course, he’d walked right up and gotten a strike. “Lucky,” she grumbled and got up to take her turn. This time she, too, got one.
“Okay, okay, the girl’s got a little game.”
The next time when he got up the two women in the next lane stopped what they were doing and stared at him. For the first time in her life, Londyn felt jealousy coursing through her veins.
“Londyn, it’s your turn.” Braxton touched her arm.
“What?”
“It’s your turn.” Curving his arm around her waist, he said, “How about a kiss for luck?”
“For me or you?”
“Does it matter?”
“Not one iota.” He brushed a short kiss over her lips, but she wasn’t done. Pulling his head down, she took charge of the kiss, swirling her tongue around his until she heard his soft groan.
Braxton broke off the kiss. “You keep that up and these people are going to get an eyeful.” He lifted his head. “Too late.”
She took a quick glance around and saw a number of people watching them.What has gotten into me? I donotkiss men in public.Backing out of his embrace, she picked up her ball. It took all her concentration to get it down the lane. After that impromptu kiss, Londyn’s game went steadily downhill and she barely made it to a hundred points. Braxton, on the other hand, performed as if he’d been bowling for years.
“Aw, don’t be mad, sweetheart. I’ll let you win next time,” he teased.
Londyn elbowed him in the side. “Whatever.” His warm laughter flowed around her and calmed her irritation.
“Let’s go get something to eat.”
They returned the shoes, stopped at the bathroom to wash their hands and made their way over to the grill. “I’m not that hungry,” she said, checking out the menu. “Are you opposed to sharing an appetizer?”
“No. The Andretti Platter looks good.”
She read the description—potato skins, quesadilla, spinach artichoke dip with tortilla chips and several dipping sauces. “This works for me. And I’ll have a lemonade.”
He gave the order and chose the same for his drink. “Thanks for tonight.” He stared at her intently and his voice dropped an octave. ‘It’s been awhile since I’ve had this much fun and I’m looking forward to doing it again.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” His gaze warmed her from the inside out and it took everything she had not to fan herself. She needed a minute because, right now, she wanted him with everything in her. He’d said she would be able to determine the perfect time for them to take their relationship to the next step. Londyn was more than ready.
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The combination of seeing Londyn’s jeans stretch taut across her round backside every time she bent over while bowling and her licking sauce off her fingers had Braxton near the end of his control. It also didn’t help watching her work the gear shift in her car. Every time she shifted, she had a habit of caressing the stick, causing him to grow harder and harder.
“Oh, my goodness, that was great.” Londyn dropped down on her sofa and leaned her head back. “Can I get you something?”
Yes. You naked in your bed.“No, I’m good.” He lowered himself next to her.
She reached for her iPad on the table and powered it on. “I need some music.” Moments later, the distinctive sound of Prince sounded throughout the room. “Ooh, this is my song.”
You have got to be kidding me.Braxton wasn’t going to make it, not with the refrain of “Do Me, Baby” running through his head. Anddefinitelynot with her singing the chorus—eyes closed, head thrown back, and arms in the air. He shifted in his seat to relieve the pressure in his groin and stripped off his jacket.
She must have noticed something in his expression because she asked, “You don’t like this song?”
