Page 13 of One Summer Weekend
The way he said it made her turn to look at him again, but his expression gave nothing away. She arched her eyebrow, trying to wait him out, but she got nothing. She could usually read him better than that.
“What?” he asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“No reason.” She took another small sip of the pink drink. “I should have had a beer.”
“Want me to grab you one?”
“You don’t drink beeraftervodka.”
“Depends on how much vodka you’ve had, I guess.” After a few seconds, he frowned. “How many of those did you drink tonight?”
“Not enough to make me say something I shouldn’t, so stop scowling at me. How many of those haveyouhad?” She nodded at the beer in his hand and raised her eyebrow.
“Not enough to make me forget you’re my girlfriend.”
Maybe it was the sea air or the pink drink or the way Noah’s eyes crinkled when he smiled, but for a moment Carly forgot she was playing a role and embraced the warmth that flooded through her.
It escalated from warmth to heat when he put his hand on the small of her back, paused for a few seconds, and then slid it down to her ass. Again. Only this time, it was a far less casual touch and almost cupping.
“Is somebody watching us right now?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Why?”
“Because you’re touching my butt again.”
“I’m a little drunk and you have a really great butt.”
“I’ve always had a great butt and you’ve been drunk within arm’s reach of it before without your hand getting involved.”
“But now I’ve actuallytouchedyour butt and I’ve spent all night thinking about just how great it is. And that makes me want to touch it again. It’s a vicious circle, really.”
“You touching my butt wasn’t part of the agreement.” Not that she minded. Or maybe she did. Her reaction to it was unexpected and confusing and she didn’t want to think too much about it. Or about the fact he’d basically just confessed his hand roaming south of her waist wasn’t entirely about the role they were playing.
“It wasn’t specifically addressed, so therefore it’s not covered by the agreement at all. You wanted free food and shitty music. You never said anything about keeping my hand off your ass.”
“The agreement also doesn’t address me kneeing you in the balls in front of your boss and his soon-to-be-bride.”
His hand moved and Carly regretted the smart-ass comeback because she hadn’t really minded his hand on her ass—and she didn’t even know what to make of that realization and would have to think about it later—but now he thought she did.
“I’d rather you didn’t knee me in the balls at all, but especially not in front of Jim and Emily.”
“And they’re looking this way,” she said, turning to him with what felt like the fakest smile ever on her face. “Stop frowning at me or they’ll think we’re arguing.”
“We are. You threatened to knee me in the balls. That’s something I’m always going to argue against, just on principle.”
“Stop arguing and kiss me.”
Chapter Five
Noah didn’t think. He just did what he was told and kissed her.
Carly’s mouth was soft and sweet with the taste of her fruity pink cocktail. For a brief second she stiffened in his arms as if she was surprised even though she’d given him the command, but then she moved in closer to him and her lips parted.
Even as his tongue flicked over hers, he tried to remember this was Carly he was kissing. Carly who was sighing against his mouth. Carly whose fingernails were pressing into his back.
But he didn’t care. His body didn’t care. His hands skimmed up her back and he slid two fingers under the strap of her dress.
She made a sound—not quite a moan—and nipped at his bottom lip. All the blood rushed to his dick and...
