“Jesus Christ, Cay. Did you date a fucking sorority?” The question exploded out of me, since I hadn’t expected to even find one, let alone three, of his girlfriends at this party.
He snorted. “Nah, just around their friend group a bit. I kept getting my hopes up that maybe there’d be a spark with one of the girls, but time after time, the relationships just cooled down.” His gaze lingered on me, and I was well aware of the way his eyes traced my body from head to toe, how he didn’t need x-ray vision to strip me down because he’d seen all of this before. He knew every inch of my body, and the memory of our past collisions hummed through my bones. Getting a hard-on here would be a terrible idea, though, because this spandex was incredibly unforgiving.
“And you stayed friends with all of them?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the way arousal started toseep through my bloodstream, my whole system coming alive.
“Well, yeah,” he said in that “aw shucks” way that was pure Supes. I wanted to crowd him against the wall, to kiss the fuck out of him this very second. An elbow bumped against my arm as some tall, rich-looking guy in a bland cowboy costume swept past us, clearly on his way to the kitchen, where most of the party had crowded. The bar and snacks were in that direction, so no one cared to linger where Cay and I stood near one of the black leather sofas.
“Not all of us need to burn bridges, Batman,” Cay teased me again, his eyes twinkling. He leaned against the side of the couch and slowly, carefully drifted his fingers by mine. The moment our hands touched was pure electricity, and I wanted to pin him against the nearest flat surface for a taste of his lips, to feel his body pressed against mine.
“Why not? The flames are so pretty,” I shot back, unable to help the grin rising to my lips. Something about this man was intoxicating enough that I didn’t bother seeking a drink for the night. “So, what’s there to do at parties like this?” I asked, hooking a thumb in my utility belt.
Cay arched a brow. “You say this like you’ve never been to one.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “Do I looklike the partying type?”
Cay licked his lips again, the motion sending a jolt of lust straight to my cock. Fuck, this man was too hot for words. “You do now.”
He cast a glance around the room as if he were scouting out the area or seeking something specific. Hopefully, not more of his ex-girlfriends. Cay reached down and threaded his fingers through mine.
“Follow me,” he said as he took the first steps away from our perch by the couches. A flash of pure wickedness and heat burst in his eyes, and my feet trailed after him on instinct. His grin widened. “I’ll show you the best way to enjoy a party.”
Chapter Fourteen
Cay
My body thrummed with energy, enhanced by the feel of Beck’s hand in mine. No one would view it oddly because the contact prevented our separation in the crowded room. We meandered toward the back of the condo, passing someone playing the piano that stood in the middle of the room.
“How big is this place?” Beck stayed close to me, analyzing the surroundings.
“Large. But I know my way around.”
“Of course you do.”
Yum, I loved that growl of his. Was he jealous? He had no reason to be, but I loved his reaction nonetheless. I pushed open the door to the first guest bedroom. A couplefucked against one of the tall windows, overlooking the magnificent view below.
“Oh shit,” I muttered and closed the door as quietly as I could. Was that Viv? Well, her ass looked as good as when we were together, but apparently, she was into burlier dudes now. And smaller dicks.
“I don’t think they heard us.” Beck’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.
“Doubt it.” The people occupying the other two rooms were nice enough to be so loud we didn’t have to check. “That’s the main bedroom.” I stopped by the last door.
“Is this a keypad?” Beck tapped the handle. “What the hell?”
“Yeah. She’s very umm… careful.” And controlling every aspect of her life and those around her. That breakup had been a blessing. “Let me.” I sent a silent prayer to the sex gods before I punched the date she graduated college.
The door clicked open.
“That wasn’t your birthday or anything creepy like that, right?” Beck hesitated at the threshold.
“No. But just in case someone else comes in, I have an idea.” I took his hand again and padded the thick carpet of the bedroom to the other side in the darkness, only the city lights from outside playing on the bedspread. The double doors to the walk-in closet opened with a quiet whisper against the carpet, and I flipped the switch as we entered. The mini chandelier illuminatedthe space with racks of designer clothes and a backless chaise lounge in the middle. I plopped my ass on it, spread my legs on its sides, and leaned back.
“Close the door.” I ran my hand down my chest, enjoying Beck’s mouth falling open as I flicked my spandex-covered nipple.
He snapped out of it and glanced around until he whipped a silk scarf off a high shelf. “Ha!” With the efficiency of a man hoping to score, he closed the door and wrapped the scarf over the handles with a quickly executed tie.
Damn.
“You know your way around knots, huh?” My heart raced when I recalled him holding me by the wrists. How would it feel to be tied down, helplessly waiting for his next move?
