"Do you still like ice skating?"
"With you? Hell yes." She clapped her hands once, shimmying her hips.
I wanted to push her against that wall and sink inside her. First I’d capture her mouth, then mark the rest of her body.
Shit, this is already escalating.
"I've reserved slots at Maggie Daley Park. Let’s go."
"I don't have ice skates."
"We’ll rent some."
"I need forty minutes to get dressed."
I stared at her. "Wait, you're... Are you serious?"
"Oh yeah."
"You look great. Let's go."
"I’m wearing sweatpants."
"You look hot." In fact, she was so damn gorgeous that it was hard to look away. The pants were a simple black fabric, but they were plastered to her, showcasing the curve of her ass. It was mouthwatering.
"Sam, I can't go out like this."
I growled. "Whatever. Go change."
She put her hands on her hips. "That was an awfully quick change of heart."
"You're right. No one should see you like this. No one but me."
"Sam."
"Yeah, I'm possessive and territorial, and there's nothing you can do about it."
She threw her head back, laughing. The sound was intoxicating. "So, if it were up to you, I'd wear a garbage bag and a coat tonight.”
“Something like that. Or a tent."
She pointed at me, closing the distance and poking my chest.
"You, Sam, are going to find out that not everyone likes to play by your rules, and I the least of everyone.”
“Let’s take a break tonight from all our guidelines, okay?”
“Genius idea.”
I was barely holding myself back from grabbing her wrist and pulling her even closer until my mouth was on hers. Instead, I exhaled sharply, watching her saunter through the loft, then up the stairs to her room.
I needed to be with her out in public so I wouldn't devour her. I wanted Avery more than anything else. I wanted to get to know her intimately again. I craved the closeness we’d had years ago.
Why the hell did I ever think we could just be roommates?