Colin smiled endearingly at me, then pinched my ass. I yelped as he leaned in. “You have no idea, but I’ll gladly show you. Want another one? Maybe with tongue this time?”
“No,” I shouted a little too loudly, making him laugh. My face registered a new and uncharted shade of red.
Thank fuck the conveyor started up, catching our attention. We stood side by side in silence as a rainbow of luggage colors descended the shoot. The cat did not like the noise.
What was his name again? Alred? Allen?
“By the way,” he asked casually, turning to me. “Does the team know you like dick? I’m only asking because it wasn’t a problem for mine, and with your teammate shagging the governor…”
My eyes flew open as my heart stopped. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He shrugged nonchalantly as if what he’d asked was no big deal. “When I kissed you, you kissed me back.” He glanced down at my zipper and smirked. “And you got a stiffy in your pants.”
I scoffed and laughed simultaneously. “That’s just…” I leaned in and whispered, “Biology. My body reacting to a stimulus.”
I was full of shit.
It was him.
All him.
Colin laughed, making his Adam’s apple bob. My eyes swept up from his neck to his mouth. His lips were soft and pillowy and spread wide when he smiled.
“Your eyes say you want to kiss me again. Wanna do it here, or wait until we get outside?”
My horrified gaze snapped from his mouth to his now twinkling eyes. “No,” I scoffed. “Why would I want to do that? I don’t kiss my teammates.”
He smirked. “But you did. And it was okay, I suppose, considering I surprised you. I’ll give you a three out of ten.”
Heat rose from my feet like a thermometer in boiling water. “What? No! I kiss better than a three.”
Someone shut me up now.
Colin released a deep chuckle as he alternated between eyeing me and the circling luggage. The fucker had me flustered to the point I wanted to tackle him to the ground and shut him up. But that wouldn’t help the situation.
His eyes roamed over me again as he bit his lip. He was making me so fucking nervous. Leaning in, he whispered in my ear. “Aren’t you a big, delicious snack?”
Choking on the air, I glared at him. “I’m not your snack.”
“You could be.” Colin’s eyes sparkled. He was enjoying my discomfort. The man had been here less than ten minutes and already had my number. He was the fucking enemy, and I had to remember that.
Tensing my jaw, I stared him in the eye. “What’s so funny?”
He shrugged. “You’re fun to stir up. And,” he drew it out, “you were eye-fucking me.”
He raked his eyes over my body with so much heat I had to look away.
“Would you stop that?” I hissed, surveying our audience. I smiled and leaned closer to his ear. “And I did not eye-fuck you. I don’t know how.”
More laughter peeled from him. “I beg to differ. Where I come from, that look you gave me says give it to me, big daddy.”
My pulse raced for the door. I was going to stroke out right here, which caused him to laugh more. “Relax, mate. I don’t bite. Not hard anyway.”
I groaned and rubbed my temples. Another headache was forming.
“Problem, mate?”
Colin’s eyes blazed a trail down to my zipper again.
