“Are you challenging me?”
“Most definitely.”
He passes me two seconds later, his long legs stretching out, those thick thigh muscles flexing below denim, and I speed up uselessly.
“Okay. Okay.” I gasp. “Point made.”
He turns around to wait for me, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. The fire in his eyes is brighter. And when I approach, I think for a second he’s going to act on this ridiculous need that simmers between us.
“Not too bad for a girl,” he grins.
I play punch him in the gut. “Seriously. That’s the only lame line you’ve got.”
He grabs my wrist, tugging me close. “I’ve got lots of lines, but I can’t use any of them on you.”
We stand breathing raggedly at each other until I pull away. “Pity because I’m pretty sure that I’d get to tease you about how lame they are too.”
Before he has time to react, I take off again.
He doesn’t chase this time, just follows, and I can feel his eyes glued to me.
I stumble upon a movie theater. “Wow. I didn’t see this the last time I was here.”
He’s there at my elbow a second later. “Seats thirty. I’m betting they ordered every Christmas movie ever made to be queued up and ready.”
I pass a few rows, dragging my hand over the nice leather recliners. “Someone is really committed to this whole team Christmas idea.”
“Agile doesn't do anything halfway.”
He’s looking at me when I turn around.
“Including setting us up?” I ask.
He nods once. “Christmas paradise. Would be easy to…”
I trace a fingertip along the black leather seat back. “To what, Spence?”
“Spend the next two days in bed.”
Oof.
My legs shift restlessly. “Finally, you say what you’re thinking.”
“No. I didnotsay what I was thinking.”
He watches me for a long few seconds. Then, he passes me as he goes to check out some kind of control panel.
My pulse does a loop as I sag into the chair.I’m not sure I can take this tension.
Did he just adjust himself?
His back is to me, but one hand in front of him, down low.
The need to cross my legs is unbearable. I’ve never felt this. Whatever it is that Spence does to me is a whole new level of lust.
Ha. Like I ever experienced lust. I was a teenage girl when I dated my abusive ex. Lust wasn’t part of that.
No, it was teen adoration. That led to my being physically abused.
