Even when he stooped by the box of B-movies and classics I’d picked up, his ass stayed on display.
I balled my hand into a fist and tightened it, working to restrain the impulses he roused, but acknowledging the thick hard-on in my pants nonetheless.
“I’m not watchingDuplexbecause I watched that on TBS with Jesse one time, and it wasn’t even fun when we were high. Not saying I won’t ever watch it if we get to the end of these, but it should be a last resort.Step Up 2: The Streetssounds promising, though. I’ve only seen the first, but they have like four of them or something.” He glanced over his shoulder. “You checking out my ass?”
“You trying to make your ass more tempting than it already is?”
“It working?” He winked, and a subtle growl rose in my throat. “Hey, focus on the important things here! Have you seen the firstStep Up?”
I couldn’t contain my amusement. “Yes, of everything that’s going on right now, the priority should be whether or not I’ve seen the first…what did you say?”
“Come on. You know theStep Upmovies. You had to have seen a trailer or a commercial on TV. They’re dancing. Channing Tatum is in one.”
“Magic Mike?”
Ty tapped the DVD against his head. “I can’t believe you don’t know these movies. I’m so worried about your tastes.”
“I thinkIshould be the one concerned about your tastes since you’re the one naming some random dance movie and acting like it’s a classic.”
“No, it’s not a classic. So here’s the real test.” He fished through the box for a moment. “You seenDirty Dancing?”
I glared at him.
“What?” he asked defensively.
“Of course I knowDirty Dancing. I don’t think it’s fair to assume because I don’t know one obscure reference that I don’t know an actual fucking classic.”
“I was only checking. I was getting worried about you, man. Thought this IPB had really done you wrong.” He offered that cheeky smile before his gaze shifted for a moment as his thoughts seemed to drift elsewhere.
I collected our shit off the floor and set it on the coffee table before finding what had become my usual spot on the couch and slumping down in it. I pulled up the laptop screen, and Ty put the movie in the DVD slot and found his seat beside me, his gaze drifting to me as it did occasionally, as though he was wondering what it would be like if we finally decided to close this gap.
Ty hit the space bar to start the film, and as the credits began, he asked, “Can you dance?”
“You’ve danced with me. Of course I can dance.”
“Not like grinding, but actual ballroom dancing.”
“Yes, that’s what I assumed you meant.”
Ty stopped the movie and hopped to his feet. “Show me!”
There was mischief in his expression again.
“I’m not dancing with you, Ty.”
“Yeah, you are.” His body looked so sexy in the tank and jeans, both of which were tight enough to tell me all I needed to know about his physique. His suggestion offered me an excuse to get close to it. Why not take him up on his offer?
He smirked the most wicked of smirks.
“You any good?” I challenged.
“Only one way to find out.”
I could tell by the way he said it, his words were loaded with innuendo. I could only dream about just how good we would have been.
“I was referring to dancing,” he added.
“Wouldn’titbe a dance?”
