“You really were incredible tonight,” Isla said to me. “I can’t believe how fast you are, considering your size. You remind me of Ray Lewis.”
“You know who Ray Lewis is?” I asked in surprise.
“That he’s one of the best linebackers of all time? Yes. My dad is a huge football fan, remember?”
Yeah, I remembered. Her dad had talked my ear off at the wedding about football stats and his future predictions.
“Of course I remember. He’s one of my biggest fans.” I puffed out my chest, which just had her smacking it playfully as she smiled up at me, shaking her head.
Smiling back at her, I asked, “You want to go play some pool?”
“Sure. That sounds fun.”
I stood, and in less than a second, thin arms wrapped around my waist. I turned to see a pretty girl with dark hair and dark brown eyes looking up at me.
“Hi, handsome.” Her eyes looked hungry as she licked her lips. “How about you come dance with me? I bet I could show you a few moves you haven’t seen before.”
Isla pulled the girl’s arm away from my waist. “He only dances withhis girlfriend.” She stepped between me and the girl. “I’ve shown himallthe moves, and mine are the only ones he likes.”
Hot damn. Territorial Isla was sexy.
“She’s right.” I wrapped my arms around Isla and pulled her back against me. “Her moves are all the ones I need.”
The brunette looked at me and then Isla, then back to me, pursing her lips. “Well, if you ever change your mind.” She turned and walked away like she hadn’t just hit on somebody’s boyfriend.
I turned Isla around in my arms. “Ooh, I haven’t seen jealous Isla before. I like it. It’s hot.”
“Don’t get used to it,” she warned. “Normally I couldn’t care less about some girl throwing herself at you, but what kind of fake girlfriend would I be if I was okay with other women coming onto you?” She gave me a sickly-sweet smile.
I chuckled and took her hand, guiding her to the back room where the pool tables were. The room was full of people, and so we went to sit down at one of the high round tables around the edge of the room, waiting for a table to open up. Before Isla could sit in her own chair, I grabbed her by the waist, turning her around so we were facing each other as I placed her on my lap so she was straddling me.
Her eyes widened in what I assumed was surprise, but she was quick to smooth out her expression.
Keeping my hands on her hips, I said, “We’re being a little too chaste, don’t you think?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “For you? Probably.”
We were closer to eye level with her on my lap, and if I wasn’t mistaken, her blue eyes looked brighter, almost like she was excited. Was she looking forward to our PDA? The thought of her wanting to kiss me had me fighting the urge to take her mouth with mine right now. I wasn’t a good enough guy to say I wasn’t really looking forward to all the physical stuff that would be going down between us over the next several weeks. Friends or no friends, I was extremely attracted to her.
She looked beautiful sitting on my lap with her blond hair up, wisps of hair falling down around her face and neck. She wore a pair of jeans and my jersey, and seeing her wearing my number was sexy as hell.
“Then maybe we should change that.”
Her breath hitched at my words as I slid one of my hands around and under the hem of her shirt, barely skimming my fingers over her lower back. Her eyes fluttered closed at my simple touch, which had a smile tugging at my lips.
I dipped my head to her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, before gently placing a kiss just above her collarbone.
Her hands gripped my shoulders, and I slowly kissed my way up, making my way to her jawline. Her skin felt warm and smooth against my lips, and I both wanted to savor the moment and hurry to finally make it to her mouth. Would she taste as good as I imagined? I had no doubt.
I splayed my hand against her bare back, the skin-to-skin contact making my mind go fuzzy. I pulled her closer to me as I inched my way to her lips. I was almost there, the need building inside me.
“Oh, look, the campus man-whore,” a voice said nearby.
Isla stiffened in my arms. I paused. I recognized that voice.
Lifting my head, I looked over to see Josh giving me a look of disgust, but underneath it I could also see jealousy.
That’s right, douchebag. She’s moved on.
