“What are you doing on my side of the court?”
He cocks his head. “We’re doubles partners. We always share the same side of the court.”
I open my mouth to protest, but he talks before I can say anything.
“What can I do to get you out of your head?”
For some reason, my face flushes. Elias catches it—of course. He raises an eyebrow.
“Would it make you feel better if you saw me come in my pants?”
My jaw drops. Literally, I can feel it. If I were a cartoon character, it would be on the floor.
“What?” He shrugs. “I can do it.”
“You can …” God, my face is on fire, I can’t even say the words.
Luckily Elias isn’t as verbally challenged as me. “Come in my pants?” He shrugs again, this one somehow even more nonchalant than the last. “Sure. With the right stimulus.”
“Holy crap, Elias.”
He grins. Damn, I wish it wasn’t such an attractive sight.
“You don’t swear, do you?”
“Huh?”
“Curse or whatever you call it. You don’t say ‘fuck.’”
“Yes, I do. Sometimes.”
“When?”
I rack my brains for a time I cursed, out loud. I can’t think of one. “I would … if the occasion called for it.”
The way he’s smiling at me now, it stirs something—something similar to whatever made me lose it the second our bodies connected.
“Bet I could make you say it.”
Oh God.I gulp.
“Do you think you could get out of your head?”
“Huh?”
“If I made you come? This time with your pants off.”
He takes a step closer. That woodsy, manly smell engulfing me. The sun shining on his sandy hair, making those brown eyes glisten even more than usual.
“Because you need to focus. We have important matches coming up.”
Of course.
I take a step back, regaining at least some of my composure. “Of course I can. And I don’t need you to … whatever. I’ll be fine.”
He shrugs with just one shoulder. “Whatever you say.” I try not to watch as he climbs back over the net, but the way his shorts tighten around his butt is too good a sight to pass up. “Let me know if you change your mind,” he adds as he jogs back to the baseline.
Damn him.
