Page 27 of The Hookup
He nodded, wading in deeper even though his brain was telling him to go home. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers, and turned to the side, leaning against the wall, his gaze sweeping over her face again, drinking in her features, and wondering, once more what that full mouth would feel like on his.
She smiled, maybe because he couldn’t help but stare at her, and her smile reached into every cell in his body. He returned the smile, and for a moment they basked in the possibility of what could be. Of where this night could end up, for right now they were at the crossroads of intention. Either he could leave now, as he had planned to earlier, or he could hang around a while, and see what unfolded.
“Do you always do what Savannah says?” The conversation was falling into dangerous territory.
“No.”
He suddenly remembered her nickname, Good-Time-Kay. It told him everything he needed to know. Savannah obviously must have had good reason to put this gorgeous, voluptuous creature before him on a man-free diet.
“She thinks I might get back with Dean.”
“Aaah, Dean. Why does that name keep coming up? Is it because he’s irresistible?”Or was it because she had no self-control?It was a good thing she couldn’t read his mind, because she blushed. It was the first time he’d ever seen her blush.
“He can be.” She bit her lip, and looked down, embarrassment clear to see in her eyes. “And what about you? Still single?”
“Still.”
“That makes two of us.”
“It does,” he agreed.
She looked up at him, all calm and unfazed, but the not-so-slow rise and fall of her chest told him otherwise. He could see himself taking her home, and …
He had to calm his shit, but the blood rushing south wasn’t going to calm anything down.
“I’ll see you around,” she said, twiddling a lock of her hair in her finger, before turning on her heel and walking away.
Leaving him to admire that half-naked back of hers.
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The heavy throbbing between her legs was a physical sign of the effect that Luke Hunter had on her. She was hot and sweaty, not because of the club, but because ofhim.
What had possessed her to tell him about the man-free diet, and then mention Dean? She was over him. Had no further interest in the guy, and yet she couldn’t seem to keep him out of the conversation. Maybe at some sub-conscious level, she was looking to elicit some sort of response from Luke, even if it might be jealousy.
She returned to their table to find Geoffrey scowling. The club closed at 3am, and the way her friends were dancing, it didn’t seem as if they were ready to leave anytime soon. Without saying a word to Geoffrey, she returned to the dance floor, and danced the rest of the night away.
One by one, her friends started to leave until it was just her and Erin. She was suddenly surprised when the DJ announced the last song, and after that, the music stopped.
Erin had found a group of people she knew, and went over to talk to them. Kay returned to their table and found, much to her dismay, that Geoffrey was obviously drunk now. He’d sat here the whole night, not even getting up once to dance. Looking ridiculously red in the face, as well as sweaty, he glared at her. She managed a half-smile, but didn’t dare ask him what his problem was, sensing that his dour mood and drunken state might make him turn aggressive.
She got her things together, and waited for Erin. People started to make their way to the cloakroom to collect their belongings. Geoffrey got to his feet just as Erin came over.
“I’m going to catch a cab with my friends,” said Erin, kissing her on the cheek to say goodbye. “We live near each other, it makes sense.”
Shit.
“Can I squeeze in?” asked Kay, already feeling uncomfortable at the idea of being left alone with Geoffrey.
“It’s a full cab,” said Erin, making an apologetic face. “Just jump in with Geoffrey.”
Easy for you to say, thought Kay. “See you on Monday.”
“Catch a cab home together?” Geoffrey asked, placing his hand over her bare skin. She shivered, and moved away, turning around to face him.
“A cab?” she replied, her stomach lurching at the idea of spending a journey with him. “You go ahead,” she told him. “I can make my own way back.”
“Why?” he snarled, his tone sharp. “It’s only the two of us, and Sunnyside is on my way home.”
