Page 55 of Meet Your Match
“Here,” he said, and before I could react, he had my phone in his hand. He held it out to me to unlock, which I did in a daze, and then he had Instagram pulled up, the screen reflecting us in selfie mode.
It was dark on the boat, but the lights from the city showed just enough of us to make up a grainy, golden image.
Vince threw his arm around me, pulling me into him. He was so massive, his arm hooked around me completely, shoulder over one of mine while his hand hooked the other.
“Don’t look so scared,” he whispered against my neck, watching our reflection on the screen.
I reached up, hooking my hands on his arm that was around me. His chin was on the crown of my head, his smirk sexy as hell, eyes like that of a leopard who just spotted his prey.
His extended arm captured all of it — me pulled into him, his arm holding me close, my hands curled into the sleeve of his jacket. The flash went off, and before I could even see the picture, Vince pulled away.
“What are you doing?” I asked, watching him walk across the deck, thumbing away on the keyboard.
“Posting it.”
“No one wants to see me. This is about you, remember?”
He didn’t reply as I followed him.
“What are you writing?”
He didn’t answer me, and he got a lucky break because the stews were getting us ready to dock and disembark. He slid my phone into the pocket of his jacket and didn’t give it to me until we were back in the car.
It was so late by the time we made it to the hotel, but the rooms were quiet enough that I assumed the rest of the team was still out on the town. There was no way they were asleep yet, not with nothing to do in the morning other than fly home.
“Goodnight,” I said to Vince when we made it to our rooms. I was already tapping my key card and opening my door when he just leaned against the frame of his, watching me.
I paused, arching a brow.
“You’ll be in my bed soon.”
My mouth parted at his words, and I blinked before letting out an incredulous laugh. Then, I let my door shut without going inside it, crossing to where Vince was, instead.
I folded my arms, lifting my chin high. “Never going to happen,Pigeon.”
He pushed to stand, invading my space so quickly I backed up and hit the wall in-between our doors. Vince stared down at me, a lazy smile on his lips.
“I can’t wait to make you eat your words.”
He pressed into me, just a little, just enough to make my breath catch. He reached up and trailed the back of his knuckles up the line of my jaw, tugging on my earlobe as if to remind me that his teeth had done the same tonight.
Then, he grinned wider, stepping away completely and unlocking his door.
“I love that face, by the way,” he said, glancing at where I was still frozen in place. “The one you make when you realize you’ve met your match.”
I didn’t think to check my phone when I made it inside. I was buzzing from his touch, mind and body on fire from the night’s events and how I felt about them. I was alsoexhausted, so much so that I barely washed my face before I fell into bed and let sleep take me under.
The next morning, I woke to a flurry of texts.
Reya:Camilla and I are freaking out over last night’s post. In the best way. Call me when you’re up!
Camilla:I smell an assignment extension… way tobreak the Internet! And every Tampa girl’s heart. ;)
Livia:Told you you were in trouble. Can you tell me I was right over a glass of red soon? I need details.
I clicked out of my best friend’s text with my heart hammering in my ears, pulling up Instagram next. I clicked on my profile picture, quickly tapping through the stories I’d posted of last night’s game until I came to the picture of me and Vince.
The image was so striking, I covered my mouth with one hand, staring at it in disbelief.
