Those hips.
The sweet scent of her perfume.
Her slender neck sparkling with a slight sheen of sweat.
She’s the whole package, and I want her, which is exactly why I can’t get out of the car.
“Well?” She glances at me with her eyebrows raised high.
“Well, what?” I ask, purposefully acting oblivious.
Those pink lips move with a half-smile, the slight divot in her cheeks showing off her dimples. “This is your apartment, right?”
She knows it is. I know it is. Yet, I lean forward and squint through the windshield. “I don’t know. Maybe we should go inside and check?”
A cute laugh leaves her. “Nice try.”
I chuckle and lean farther back into the seat, seemingly becoming more comfortable. “It was worth a shot.”
She angles herself toward me, one leg coming up to prop against the steering wheel. “Don’t you have a game tomorrow?”
I nod.
“Well, shouldn’t you be sleeping?” she asks.
Part of me wants to turn on the dash light, just so I can get a good look at her to figure out what’s going through her head. She refuses me at every turn, but there are times when she slips up. I can read between the lines. She was enjoying dancing, and for a second, I thought she was going to push up on her tiptoes to kiss me.
“Did you have fun tonight?” I ask.
Her eyes flick past me, and although we haven’t spent too much time together, I know she’s about to tell a fib. “Not really.”
A chuckle flies from my mouth. “Liar.”
Reese’s lips flatten, but she can’t fool me–she wants to smile in the worst way.
“You did,” I argue. “Just admit it.”
“Never,” she counters.
Without putting any thought into it, I poke her side like I’m back in high school, flirting for the first time. Her laugh fills the car as she tips her head back, anddamn,she’s pretty.
She slaps my hand away as another laugh leaves her, and I poke her again.
“Malaki!” she shouts, amusement backing her scold.
“Admit it, and I’ll stop.” This time, I don’t just poke her side. Instead, I wrap my hand around her waist and squeeze. My fingers softly dig into her skin as I tickle her, causing that quiet laugh from before to get louder. Her dimples are deeper than ever, and I’m fully mesmerized.
“Stop–” She laughs when I give her a squeeze again. “Fine!” The word comes out choppy, her fingers landing on my wristto stop me. My heart stutters from the touch, my skin sparking with heat beneath hers. I haven’t been this sensitive to a female’s touch since I was a thirteen-year-old going through puberty.
The effect she has on me is fascinating.
She glances at her hand on my wrist, and I do the same. Her laughter fades, and the fun energy in the car takes a nosedive to something much hotter. I bet if I were to light a match, the entire car would burst into flames.
I attempt to break the hot tension, but I make no attempt to remove my hand from her body. “So you had fun?”
My throaty voice is very telling.
Reese slowly brings her attention to mine, her eyelashes fluttering.
