Page 27 of Pieces of Us
Melonie
“You don’t see it, do you? When you walk into a room, men look in your direction.” The corner of his mouth tilts up. “A few women usually do, too. I know it’s hard to take my eyes off of you when you’re close.”
“You’re crazy.” I try to hide my smile.
“So you’ve told me. You could ask any single man in this room to dance, and they would trip over themselves to spend a song with you.”
I pat the back of his hand on the table. “Thank you for trying to make me feel better.”
He flips his hand underneath mine and uses his thumb to draw small circles in my palm.
“Just telling you the truth, Mel. You’re smart, capable, caring, and a knockout.” His eyes dip to my cleavage. “Especially in that dress.”
“Eyes up here, pretty boy.”
“Sorry. As I was saying, you’re the complete package, Mel, and don’t forget that. I know there’s someone out there for you.”
His finger still moves against my palm. It’s distracting. I know he’s watching me, but I’m watching his hand. Heat flares between my thighs because I imagine him circling my clit the same way, a lazy cadence that would drive me insane. That would have me begging for more. I look up from where our hands are connected and see his mischievous grin.
“What are you thinking right now?”
I lick my lips, his eyes watching the movement. “Nothing.”
He presses his fingers harder into my palm, still moving in slow, steady strokes. Fuck, I can feel myself getting wet. This should not turn me on as much as it does. It’s just been so long since a man has touched me beyond a random handshake or friendly hug. There’s nothing friendly about the look in his eyes right now.
“For some reason, I don’t believe you, Mel.”
I watch as he links our fingers and runs one of his fingers and between my index and middle finger. It’s almost obscene, but yet, if anyone was watching us, it would look completely innocent.
I suck in a sharp breath, grabbing my champagne flute with my free hand. If I stay here any longer, I might come untouched. Fuck me.
I slide my hand from his, clearing my throat. “Do you need another beer?”
He leans back in his chair with a smug look on his face. He knows exactly what I was thinking at that moment.
“No, thank you, though.”
I struggle to stand from the table. “I’m going to the bar.”
“Alright. I’ll see you later, Mel.”
Picking up his beer, he winks at me as he takes a sip. Did my nipples just get hard from a fucking wink?
Get yourself together, Melonie.
I nod and walk to the bar as quickly as I can.
Linc
I grin as I watch Mel booking it for the bar. She’s fooling herself if she thinks she hid the fact that she was turned on. Shit, I was, too.
Marcus walks up to the table, sitting beside me. I see him look at Mel walking away, and then he settles back on me.
“When are you going to make your move?”
“Already did. Ball is in her court now.”
Chapter Seventeen
