“Where are the babysitters?” I do a quick survey of the area. Knox and Bishop are nowhere to be seen.
“Back at the condo. I told them I’ve got it.”
She’s been waiting in the dark parking garage alone.
Something tightens in my chest and it has nothing to do with the game.
“Hmm.” I lean back on my SUV, one foot propped on the running board, acting way more casual than I feel with her body only inches away.
“You looked good out there tonight.” She flicks her eyes up to mine. “Under control.”
The way she says those words, low and sultry, has me untethering on the inside. I fight the urge to reach out and grip her hips, pull her to me.
“Told you I was locked in.”
“You proved it.” She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear and I shove off the SUV, straightening up and putting less distance between us. Her pulse ticks in her delicate neck, that freckle taunting me.
I should leave it alone. Get in the car, drive home. Let it be what she said it was.
“Listen—” I inch closer to her, heart hammering against my ribcage. “I don’t know what we’re doing here.”
She’s quiet for a beat, the low thrum from a distant industrial fan the only sound in the garage. Her eyes drop down to my chest, then back up. Like she’s weighing something.
She bites at her lip, making tiny indents with her teeth. “I know I said nothing happened…” Her breath hitches and I hold mine, waiting. “But that was a lie.”
I lean forward, my face inches from hers, her long lashes fluttering.
“Say the word and I’ll stop.” My voice is husky with need as her lips part on a shaky breath.
She nods and I drop one hand to her waist, yanking her flush against me. My other hand finds her jaw, tilting her face up. Her palms press flat against my chest, like she’s not sure if she should pull me closer or push me away.
Then I kiss Tori Prince like my life fucking depends on it.
Hard, deep.
Risky as hell.
She moves her lips against mine. Soft, until they’re not. Her hand fists in my shirt and she kisses me back for one long second before pulling away.
“Not here. Cameras.” Her gaze flicks to the corner of the parking garage, the ever-present red glowing eye mounted on the wall.
Spinning on her heel, she walks to her Rover, hips swaying side to side.
I don’t move.
Just stand there frozen, blood roaring in my ears, watching her slip into her car.
Like a damn idiot.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out.
Sunshine: My place in 10
My night got a whole helluva lot more interesting.
I slide behind the wheel, one hand stretched across the seat, and ram the Bronco into reverse.
I can’t get home fast enough.
