As the candlelight danced over Brody’s handsome face, he looked so young, and I was reminded of the many times he’d handed me a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows by a fire, when everyone else was drinking booze and I wasn’t allowed. At the time, I was annoyed. Now, I couldn’t stop grinning if Itried.
How sweetwashe?
I could get used to sweet Brody. A lot less annoying than asshole Brody—though asshole Brody was alsoannoyinglyhot.
“So, what happens on this date if the stars don’t come out?” Iasked.
He settled back on the blanket facing me. “Then we find some other way to entertain ourselves,” he said, in a tone that went straight to my girlparts.
“Isn’t it a little coldforthat?”
He sipped his drink, eying me over the rim of his mug. “The candles will keepuswarm.”
“Right. They’re a regular blazingcampfire.”
“We could pretend they’re a campfire. Know any ghoststories?”
“No scary stories.” I set my mug aside and settled back on my elbows. “You start telling me scary stories, the odds of you getting laid on this dategetslim.”
“So the odds are looking good,otherwise?”
“I’d say they’re decent. Don’t get ahead ofyourself.”
* * *
The odds were looking bettereveryminute.
We’d finished our hot chocolates and Brody was making me laugh, which was more of an aphrodisiac than I’d ever realized. Yeah; laughing with a guy was a definite turn-on. Maybe this was why I’d been so hot for him when we were young. Because back then, he’d made me laughalot.
Well… there was that, and there was his broad chest. His deep blue eyes. The way he’d looked at me… and how hot he’d looked in his leatherjacket.
Stilldid.
This was the Brody I remembered from way back. The Brody I’d always wanted… the Brody I’d leftbehind.
The Brody I was so deathly afraid todisappoint.
And here he was, looking at me again just like heusedto.
I smiled at him. “Don’t look at melikethat.”
“Like what?” He wasn’t smiling, exactly, but he was definitely undressing me with those blue eyes of his. They were aglow in the candlelight, and he’d laid a hand casually on my thigh. Except his touch wasn’t casual at all as his fingers traced a little pattern back and forth over my jeans, mere inches from my clit… sending signals right up through my core and short-circuiting mybrain.
“Like I’m made of sugar,”Isaid.
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “What, like I want to lick you all over until you dissolve in a sweetpuddle?”
“Exactly.”
“Why the hell not?” His voice got lower as his fingers migrated closer to myhappyspot.
“Because. You still owe me stars. I demand stars before I melt.” Of course, I was all for Brody licking me all over, but I definitely didn’t mind the foreplay of flirting first. Not to mention making him work for it alittle.
He glanced up at the sky, which wasn’t looking any clearer than when we’d arrived. “That may be a tallorder.”
“And you still have to get me home at a decent hour, you know,” Iremindedhim.
His expression clouded over and I bit mylip.Oops.
