Page 68 of Playbook
“Have you looked around? These women are…perfect.”
“So are you. You’re stunning. You have nothing to be nervous about.”
She scoffs. “You should have had your vision checked last weekend.”
“I see 20/20, baby, and you’re a rock solid ten. Now stop down-talking my gorgeous girlfriend and take off that dress.” Another laugh leaves my lips. “Now those are words I never imagined saying unless I was about to get laid.”
“Store it up for the next time you talk some innocent woman into dating you.”
She pulls the black dress over her head, leaving her in red panties and a matching bra. My mouth goes dry, and I have to swallow several times before I can speak. It’s the first time in weeks I’ve really thought about the fact sex has been off the table with other women.Weirdly, I haven’t really missed it. I mean, I miss sex, of course, but the only person I’ve been fantasizing about is standing in front of me.
“You’re not that innocent,” I say, gaze locked on her lingerie. She is full of surprises. I did not have her pegged for the matching lingerie set type, but I have never been happier to be wrong.
“No, I’m not.” She tosses her dress at my face. It’s warm from her tight little body and smells of her shampoo.
My dick is real interested all of a sudden, and I have to remind myself that I’m not actually going to get to fuck this woman tonight. It’s a real bummer.
Unless…
I set the champagne by the side of the pool and wade in until it comes up to my chest. London follows, looking more than a little uncomfortable. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her toward me. All that smooth skin under my touch is like silk. Her stomach rests against my hip and her legs tangle with mine. The ends of her dark hair are wet and stick to her shoulders and chest. Damn, she’s beautiful.
“What now?”
Laughing, I shake my head and move us so my back is resting against the side of the pool and she’s basically sitting on my lap.
“Do you need an agenda, sweetheart?”
“Not usually. My sister is more the planner, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here.”
“You’ve dated before.”
“Not like this.” She lifts one arm from the water and waves it around.
“Same premise.” I reach for the champagne. “Better booze.”
After taking a long drink, I hand it to her.
“I probably shouldn’t. I’m about half a glass of wine away from making friends with everyone around and telling them my life story.”
“Now that I’d like to see,” I tease.
“I bet you would.” She grins. “Plus, I don’t want you to have to take care of me or anything.”
“Drink or don’t, but I’ve got you. I won’t let you do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Oh, great. I’m really relieved,” she says with a laugh, swiping the bottle from me and taking a small sip. “As if you will be in any condition to look out for anyone.”
“I can handle myself,” I say. “I don’t actually like to get wasted. A happy buzz does me just fine. What fun are nights like this if you can’t remember them?”
I set the bottle back on the edge and we settle in to watch the people around us. Or she does. I can’t take my eyes off her.
“I like the red. Surprising, but it suits you.”
She glances back at me, confusion marring her brow at first, and then when she realizes what I mean she blushes. “I wasn’t planning on anyone seeing it.”
“That would have been the real tragedy of the night.”
Shit. I might need to stop staring at her before my dick makes her seat a little less comfortable.
