Page 76 of Biggest Player
A blush creeps up my face as I open the back door to my car and toss the thing in the back seat, slamming the door quickly so I don’t have to look at it.
I am lighting that thing on fire the second I get home ...
“Anytime anyone says they want to talk, believe me, it’s never good.”
I love egging him on. “Stop being so dramatic.”
“I’ve never been dramatic in my entire life,” he announces, leaning against my driver’s side door, pulling me in until I’m standing between his spread legs.
He’s so big.
So much taller.
“So you’re only being theatrical for my benefit? Gotcha.”
“That’s not what I ...” He’s looking down at me, and I’m looking up at him—and obviously the only logical thing to do right at this moment is kiss him.
All I have to do is go up on my toes and plant one on him ...
Still.
I don’t.
On the one hand: we did what we did. On the other: I don’t want to feel used. Or needy. Or greedy.
I don’t want him to have the upper hand or feel like he’s driving this train wreck.
It’s me.
I’m the captain andIsay when.
“You want to kiss me,” he says. “I can tell.”
As a response I roll my eyes. He’s cocky enough, he doesn’t need me feeding his ego by confirming his suspicions. Unlike some people, I can contain my primal urges.
Er.
Recent events notwithstanding.
Movie second base does not count.
“Stop trying to distract me,” I tell him, adding a little bit of salt to my tone just to let him know who’s boss.
“Distract you from what?”
He is too handsome for his own good, and my God the man knows how to use his hands ...
No wonder he gets paid so much.
Raw, unbridled talent in those fingers ...
“From the talk.” I sigh, knowing that the next words out of my mouth are absolutely necessary. “Listen, Dex. You’re a really nice guy and—”
His loud groan cuts me off. “Are you breaking up with me?”
Huh? “No. We’d have to be dating for me to break up with you.”
Dumbass.
