Page 48 of Loving the Legend
His brows pinch together. “W-what?”
“All of that thinking looks painful.”
He grins. It’s shy at first, but then his confident smirk reappears. “I like this side of you. Remind me to beat you more—”
“You know what...” I lunge for him. He steps back, a mix of shock and amusement on his face.
“Hey now,” he says, raising his hands. “This ain’t the way to beat the best—”
I growl and lunge for him again, but he spins on his heels and bolts.
He leaves a trail of laughter as I chase him up the steps.
“Fifty bills you can’t catch me,” he taunts as we face off in his bedroom. “I could be blindfolded, and you still couldn’t catch me.”
I look away, feigning disinterest, before charging toward him. He tucks his knees and hops up on the bed, landing in a squat.
“Hey, hey, wait—hold up,” he says, laughing and stepping back.
“Take it back,” I grit out.
“I would if I could. It’s just I like this side of you too—”
I growl and charge for him again, aiming for his knees, but the fucker jumps off the bed and lands in a deep squat before shuffling his feet side to side like he’s running an agility drill. I swipe my arm out to catch the hem of his T-shirt, but the glint of a bronze frame catches my eye. Big mistake! The fucker executes a surprise attack by jumping on the bed and straddling my back before I can flip over.
“Get off of me, dickhead,” I fume. My heart pounds against my chest as his muscular thighs bracket my torso.
Lips brushed against my ear, he whispers, “You want to touch a winner so bad—go ahead.”
Heat coils up my back and neck as his scent invades every inch of my body. This close, his voice sounds strained, almost hoarse.
I try to buck him off of me, but he’s way above my weight class. “I’m gonna annihilate you the next time we face off, you smug, dumb-smelling troll.”
He chuckles. I’m a squirrel threatening a lion. “You can smell me anytime you want,” he rasps, causing an involuntary shiver down my spine.
Then my dick stiffens.
Traitorous fucking body.
A mix of rage, arousal, and confusion erupts. I clench my fists and howl into his comforter, part growl, part yell.
“Mmm. Better…yes?” he says softly before climbing off and lying beside me with his arms behind his head.
My throat aches as I unclench his comforter, but the rest of my body melts into his mattress. I rest my head against my arms and turn my head to face him.
Seconds pass of us staring at each other. I hate how much I love his face right now.
“You hung my gift.” I nod toward the bronze picture frame.
“Told you I would,” he replies, staring into my eyes.
I ignore the heat spreading through my chest and tell myself not to read too much into it.
“You hungry?”
I yawn and shake my head.
“Me neither. Want to watch a movie?”
