My mouth curves. “I’m too… big?”
She turns scarlet and flips me off. “You know what I meant.”
I return the gesture with a grin. “Yeah, baby, I know what you meant.”
“You wish.” Sera spins on her heel with a huff, giving me her back.
“You can look again if you want,” I tease when I’ve pulled my sweatpants on.
She turns around and then does a stutter step. I haven’t bothered to put my shirt back on. It’s just too much fun to tease her. Her eyes drag over me, lingering on the ink covering my torso. Her tongue presses at the corner of her mouth, and when my body tightens in response, I wonder who’s tempting whom.
“Careful, Seraphina. You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll start thinking you’re the one looking to break the rules tonight.”
“Puh-lease.” She adopts a bored expression and crosses her arms over her chest, which only ends up pressing them tighter against her shirt. I swallow hard at the sight of her hard nipples clearly visible through the cotton. “I’m just trying to figure out if all that muscle is functional or just decorative.”
When I pull my eyes away from her breasts, I see she’s smirking knowingly at me. She’s doing it on purpose, I realize, her words from the plane coming back to me.
“Two can play at this game.”
This isn’t a game I intend to lose.
“I’m not shy.” A wolfish smile plays over my lips. “Feel free to touch if you aren’t sure. I don’t bite.” I cock my head, holding her heated gaze with my own. “Not without being asked.” I drag my tongue over my lower lip.
Sera’s eyes go hazy, and her chest is rising and falling rapidly now, a rosy flush spreading down her neck.
My breath catches. I underestimated how badly this game would burn me, too. My cock is painfully hard, pressing against its confines, desperate to get free. To get to her.
“I just need to… um… wash my face.” With a small bag in her hands, she goes to the wet bar where she takes, what seems to me, an extraordinarily long time washing her face and brushing her teeth.
I pull on my T-shirt and force myself not to smile as I prowl up behind her with my bag. When she turns, she doesn’t realize I’m so close. Her breasts brush my chest, and she lets out a squeak of surprise before scowling and shoving me backward.
“Don’t be a creeper. It’s a bad look for a man your age.”
I grin and take my time at the sink, listening to her move around in the room behind me, only zipping my bag shut when I hear the unmistakable sound of her settling on the sofa. Moving to turn off the brighter lights, I leave one corner lamp on.
She’s placed her pillow at the corner on the L-shaped couch. Picking up my pillow, I move it so our heads will be next to each other and set my gun on the small coffee table next to hers.
She watches me for a moment, expression unreadable.
Finally, she breaks the silence. “Somehow, I never thought I’d see a gangster in pajamas.”
I glance down at my T-shirt and pants. “I can take them off it they’re bothering you.”
She gives me a look but doesn’t answer. “You'd better not snore.”
I chuckle as she closes her eyes, a disgruntled look on her face. Through the closed suite doors is the almost inaudible sound of voices and music cutting in and out, a sure sign that the group is in bed and currently scrolling their phones.
I eye the sofa dubiously and then lower myself down.
“This couch is terrible.” I shift trying to get comfortable and rub my lower back absentmindedly.
I hear a tiny giggle. “Pleasetell me you’re about to complain about your back. That would literally make my day, old man.”
“You’re going to feel bad when I can’t move tomorrow.”
She laughs again, the sound so sweet and pure it feels like a laser to my heart, and I can’t be upset that it’s at my expense.
“I should have recorded the sighs you made as you sat down,” she chortles.
