Mati watched in dazed fascination as the muscles in his shoulders, arms, and abdomen flexed beneath his sinfully tight henley.
“We’re here to see Chance McCormick,” Reese said.
“Chance is on the phone, but he’ll be out in a minute,” the helpful sex god said.
Reese nodded. Mati stared at the couch longingly.
“Are you two okay?”
Mati didn’t want to dwell on what she must look like to compel a complete stranger to ask that question. She patted her hand over her hair, and it was mostly where she’d put it in the knot behind her neck. She’d changed into yoga pants, a t-shirt, and a fleece for the long drive, and now she felt underdressed.
She glanced at Reese and saw he was disgustingly put-together for a man who had just spent twelve hours in a car.
“We’re fine,” Mati said, swallowing to clear her throat when the words came out with a lot more Bogie than Bacall. “Just been a long and crazy night.”
The sex god’s eyebrows barely twitched but managed to conveyso much. Mati’s sleep-deprived brain realized that perhaps her explanation left too much room for interpretation. Especially when it sounded like she’d been sucking dick all night.
The sex god stood and walked toward them. Mati let her eyes drift down over his broad chest and flat belly, both highlighted by his tight shirt. She lingered on his lean hips and thick thighs, displayed to full advantage in his snug jeans.
He stopped in front of them and she dragged her eyes back up, only to find him smiling down at her with a knowing gleam in his eyes.
She didn’t suppose anyone worked this hard on their body without being aware of its impact. The gleam in his eye should have been arrogant, but she found herself smiling back, like they were both in on the same sexy joke.
“I’m David,” he said.
Mati pictured the marble statue by the same name.That sounds about right.
“Mati,” she said, taking his hand.
She half expected him to bring it to his lips and kiss it. He could totally get away with it.
Sadly, he refrained from more than a firm, polite handshake. It would have been utterly mundane if he weren’t still smiling that Mona Lisa smile.
She hadn’t realized dudes could pull that off.
He held his hand out toward Reese and cocked an eyebrow.
“I’m Reese.” He shook David’s hand briefly. “Matilda and I appreciate your concern, but we’ll just wait for Mr. McCormick.”
David arched an eyebrow. “Matilda, huh?”
“Just Mati is fine, in this case.” She threaded her fingers through Reese’s, hoping he understood that wasn’t a criticism.
Reese’s fingers curled around hers immediately.
David smirked. “Maybe he likes the longer version because it adds to the whole sexy librarian thing you have going on.” He tapped his finger to the bridge of her glasses, right over her nose.
Mati thought she should have a witty retort, but mostly she wanted to grab Reese, shake him, and exclaim, “Did you hear that?The sex god thinks I’m sexy.”
She managed to control herself, instead delighting in how Reese was turning bright red.Oh ho.It seemed David had struck a nerve with the sexy librarian thing.
As tempting as it was to tease Reese, she took mercy.
“Let’s sit while we wait,” she suggested, leading the way to the couch. Reese released her hand as she sat right in the middle.
While Reese hesitated, hovering above her, David slid back into the corner of the couch he’d recently vacated. Mati could feel his heat along her side and barely resisted leaning into it. He slouched into the cushions, making it look ten times more comfortable and welcoming than it actually was. His thighs fell open, his knee almost touching hers, all while he watched Reese curiously.
Reese frowned and sat on her other side. He didn’t drape himself all over the couch like a lazy lion with a belly full of gazelle, but tucked himself into the corner so he could see them both.
