Page 25 of Hot Stuff
“Your eyes.”
“My eyes?” He smiles. “What about them?”
“They’re more gray today. Last night they were more blue. Yesterday at the studio they were a mix.”
“Yeah, they change depending on the light.”
“Not with your mood?”
He shrugs. “Don’t know. It’s not something I’ve thought about. Except when someone points it out.”
“Hmm…” Maybe we can do an experiment. Arching my back, I press my ass into his groin, wiggle a little to get his attention…
And there. The blue is bleeding in. It’s fascinating to watch.
“What are you doing?” he growls with a thrust of his hips.
I grin. “They change with your mood too.”
He stills. Pops up on his elbow and leans over me. “You did that on purpose to find that out?”
I’m trying not to laugh at his fake affronted look. But then he pokes me in the side and I’m helpless to stop the laughter from breaking free.
“Oh, it’s funny to play with me, is it?” He’s up on his hands and knees and flipping me to my back in a second. “Let’s see how you like it when I play with you.”
I’m laughing harder and enjoying every second of this man’s play. This is a side of him I haven’t seen yet and I like it.
When I finally manage to get some words out, it’s, “You can play with me whenever you want.”
It’s his turn to laugh when I attempt an eyebrow waggle that I’m sure looks like a demented clown’s. Using his distraction, I use the same move I did last night and switch our positions.
“You didn’t let me finish what I was doing last night,” I say, staring down at him.
His hands find my waist. “You want to be on top?”
“Yes.” It’s my usual MO. And even though I’ve let Walker take the lead so far, and enjoyed it, I can’t stifle the habits of a lifetime.
“Oakley!” he snaps out my name, bringing me back to the moment. He’s eyeing me carefully. “You do that a lot.”
“Do what?” But I don’t need him to explain. I know I spend a lot of time analyzing and overthinking things.
“Don’t do that.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay. But don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. At the risk of destroying the mood, I’m going to remind you I’ve had my fill of women who lie.”
I close my eyes. God. I’m such an idiot. “Okay. No more deflecting.”
“Attempted.”
“Sorry?”
“Attempted deflecting. I see you, Oakley James. And I’m not running.”
“I—” My mouth slams shut.
Am I deflecting?
