He flashes me a grin. “But why would I find one person to get serious with when there are so many people I can be…not serious with?”
I roll my eyes because one day the playboy thing will get old for him and he’s going to slam face first into the love of his life. I kind of can’t wait.
“What are we talking about over here?” Tyler bounds over, a beer in each hand, and throws himself down on the couch next to me. “Looks like way too much serious talk for a night out with the guys.”
“The guys?” I cast a meaningful look at the two girls in tiny skirts and barely-there tank tops who followed Tyler over here and are currently standing next to him, just waiting for him to notice them. He turns and flashes them a grin and a wink. “Sorry ladies, but I’m just here to hang with my boys tonight.
“Too many girls,” he grumbles, turning back to us.
“Because you’re so damn pretty.” Drew reaches over and ruffles Tyler’s hair.
“Fuck off,” Tyler says, shoving his hand away. “So, what were you talking about?”
I shoot Drew a look because even though she hasn’t said asmuch, I know Tyler’s relationship to Maddy and the rest of her family, Brian included, puts him directly on Maddy’sdoes not need to knowlist.
“I was telling Cam again how amazing his touchdown was. He ego needs to be fed at least once every fifteen minutes or he turns into a pumpkin.”
“It was a thing of beauty.” Tyler nods seriously. “The most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I’m glad I was there to witness it because people are going to be talking about it for years.”
I roll my eyes, taking a sip of my beer. “Come on. I’m not the first center to ever score a touchdown. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“In fact…” Tyler sets down his beers and turns his full attention to me. “Of the seventy or so thousand touchdowns that have been made in NFL history, only about two hundred sixty of them have been scored by an offensive lineman, which makes what you did a huge-ass deal… What?” Tyler asks when he sees both Drew and me staring at him. “I’m a stats nerd.”
“Since when?” Drew and I both say together.
Tyler rolls his eyes. “Since always. Did you really think I was just a pretty face with mad, mad football skills?”
“I mean…kind of,” Drew says.
“Definitely not.” My tone is unconvincing.
Tyler blows a raspberry. “I have a photographic memory, my dudes. I know more football stats than every announcer on every network combined.” Tyler’s gaze shifts past me and his whole face lights up. “Hey! There you guys are! Get the fuck over here!”
I turn to see who he’s talking to, and in a split second, every single thought empties from my brain. My stomach swoops and my palms sweat, and the music fades to background noise as my eyes fix on the woman who’s invaded every waking thought I have and most of my dreams, too.
Maddy is wearing a deep purple dress that leaves her shoulders bare, and her skin shimmers under the roving lights of the club. The dress stops well above mid-thigh and is tight enough to hug every single curve of her body. The silver heels she’swearing make her legs look miles long. Her hair flows in waves down her back, and her eyes glow with whatever makeup magic she conjured, the bold green alight with fun as she laughs at something Sophie says.
There are hundreds of people in this room, but she’s the only one I see.
I hope she sees me, too.
Look at me, baby.
As if she heard my involuntary thought, she looks over, her gaze instantly finding mine. Her grin turns just a little wicked and her eyes rake over me, traveling down my body and back up again. When our eyes meet again, hers flash with heat and unspoken words I hear loud and clear.
Game fucking on.
Maddy tosses me a surreptitious wink, and heat arrows up my spine. I have the sudden, desperate urge to get her alone. To be somewhere all these people aren’t so I can get my hands on every inch of her body. So I can map her curves with my tongue and my teeth and my fingers and remind us both what it’s like when it’s just me and her and a long night stretching ahead of us where we give in to everything we’ve been wanting.
God, I think I might just die from the wanting.
But it’s also exhilarating to want this way. To feel my blood swim with anticipation as she walks up to the couch we’re sitting on. How her scent wraps around me when she’s still ten feet away, making my cock jerk behind my zipper. How I can read every emotion on her face, all of them telling me that she wants exactly what I do.
She’s ready.
And goddamn, so am I.
CHAPTER TWENTY
